Contingency Theory

A ghost You come and go A black cloak A phantom since the womb A dark cloud on the open sea Where'd you run to now, Or did you fall asleep? And I thought you'd come around But I fear it's too late I fear it's too late Your room Don't you see it's growing cold? Excuses grow exceedingly more old Now all you seem to know Is your beard filled with tobacco smoke Now love disfigures me To something I'm not recognizing And I hoped you'd come around But I fear it's too late I fear it's too late I swore you'd be hear now But I fear it's too late I fear it's too late