My Ghosts

Time heals – but I don’t know what that might mean
I’ve spent a lot if it and I’m still bleeding

Bad days will haunt like ghosts long after gone
Rattling their chains when I don’t need it

Wisdom comes far too late to do you good
Or fix the things you said when you were twenty

My Ghosts point boney fingers – shake their heads
Remind me of my crimes and I’ve done plenty

I know I broke it and my words won’t make it right
The Ghosts I drag around with me make sure my chains are tight
So Time doesn’t heal wounds that I’ll keep out of sight

And I’m sorry, about Sally…

I know it’s locked away somewhere
But I’ve lost the key – don’t really care
I think the things I put behind me
Ought to stay that way

But something made me think of you
A broken rule – a lie half-true,
Something like my Ghosts will always whisper
On my darkest days…

Morning still comes too early in the day
I’d like to stay in bed and go on sleeping

The Sun shines outside but never in my dreams
They’re dark and full of secrets I’ve been keeping