Ghosts

I know where you land you know where I fall You don’t want to dance with me any more Erasing me to reclaim yourself How far away do I have to go? You and your mum make ghosts out of the living I wear the sheet, and keep my body hidden I try to heal but I’ve become the arrow Pointing in, you’re pulling on the string I learned how to grieve through all of your jokes Not losing sleep as much as I was Who am I to enrage myself In every word that we ever spoke You and your mum make ghosts out of the living I wear the sheet, and keep my body hidden I try to hеal but I’ve become thе arrow Pointing in, you’re pulling on the string