Ghosts

Quiet, ear to your chest

Falling walls and the rest

Of commonly held opinions

Finally disappearing

Move me onto the floor

Dissolve a little more

I'll watch you dance with your ghosts

If you say you love me the most

I'll watch you dance with your ghost

If you say you love me the most

But you might need permission

From me to give any fight

You're in no position

To love anything, oh, but you might

Halfway, you'll let me know

How far I've still to go

The joke's on the hand-drawn map

I've crumpled and torn in our laps

The trusted advice in the stars

I read you aloud in the car

But why'd I need permission

From them to give any fight?

I sit and blame conditions

When I could have loved you if I tried