The Ghost of Corona Girl

I can still smell you on my sweater

And I'm never getting past it

There will be no open casket

For the funeral in my head

No eternal bliss

Compares to this

Delusion of you and I

And you're dog doesn't recognize

Me yet

She jumps and claws

At the jeans you wish were off

With no commitment

So next time that you

See me

I won't be

Interesting or funny

Like the sample of something that

You'd never buy

Now I don't know what to do

With all these thoughts of you

And I don't mean to misconstrue

All the times you

Looked me in the eyes

So speak to me

Or not at all

My phone is on

But don't fucking call

And I'm giving up

And I'm feeling stuck

This conversation we could just

Drop this contradiction

It's giving me a headache

One that I can't shake

Now I don't wanna hear you're voice

Drink all night to drown out the noise

And I'll hang out

With my friends

Until the end

Of the night

So I can still smell you on my sweater

And feel you on my skin

The feeling is second

To something I've never felt before

And I don't wanna feel it again