Ghosts

Signs of our youth are all but a bruise hidden by red
Thousands of paintings hang from us daily
Wrecking ball tear me down won’t you? Once more…
Head over heels our swords and our shields blood drenched with red
Old routines they shape you or me
So tirelessly we’re tiring ourselves out
There are all kinds of ghosts lurking around here, here
Love never lasts, well there’s truth in that, at least for me
You left to drift unloved, unnoticed while I will dine out
On tales that I’ve spun for years
There are all kinds of ghosts lurking around here, here
There are all kinds of ghosts lurking around here, here, here
Our best laid plans forever haunted by
The ghosts we’re yet to meet
Goals we all must seek
Heaven knows we’re both still young