Ghosts

Wait, turn around, don’t walk through that door
There are verses left you don’t know
Oh, my hands are painted red
Wait, there’s a locket here, in my palm
It is broken like the song
I first sang the night you lied
Stay the night and we’ll meet our ghosts
They’ll be drifting up through the floor
Stepping softly, around the bed
Take my life, right here in the sheets
The wall between you and me
Will melt away, but will it go?
Will it go?
And your heart was held in your hips
When you gave to him with your lips
All the poems that we knew
And I told you that I was whole
But my heart turned off with your phone
And no tears will save you, now
Where are you, now?
Where are you, now?
Where are you, now?