Your Ghost Is Gone
Matthew Pryor
Is this house a home?
The photographs lay on the floor
Time goes by so slow
Every day that I'm waiting
I'm pleading and praying
Just take it away
Don't take it away
I don't know what to do
With these pieces of you
I can't breath from the weight
As I'm trying to say
I don't want your ghost to be gone
Once I heard you say
You only want me to be happy
But how could I be
When I'm lying awake
In the bed that we made?
And the walls seem to whisper
They whisper your name
And I still hear your voice
As it cuts through the noise
And I'm sure that you're safe
But you know that I can't say goodbye
I can't throw away
That last pieces of you
Because if I do
You're really be gone