Ghost Palms

And you go on about The drifitng in and sinking upwards My cracking skin and off-white stretch marks The lines you used to read On my palms is where you'll see The notes from ghosts who stuck it out The ones that watch you sleep The ones that suddenly you just don't see The ones I know you feel (They won't stop looking) You try to make a fool of me It's not working And I'll go on about The shapes I always swear I see The ones that kept Nicole awake for weeks The ones that make me hope you don't remember me Hope time erases, wipes me clean And if we're honest it's Not the only change I see The way your body used to work for me But now my sense is clear, you're recoiling At the thought that all you have is here with me Slowly I got boring to touch I stayed soft you gave up putting up with me Thick black with a brilliant flash lights up Your shots of ghosts just end up photographs of me you wouldn't keep That one felt sweet That one felt nothing He'd strike the ivory And play me to sleep I felt his stare I heard his feet When you were leaving He stayed there with me