Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

Under sun-stained blankets
A beer-soaked carpet holds your wine-stained shirt
And we can lay til whenever, my little whatever.
I never thought I'd make it
Tracing maps that led back into your palms
Rubbed smooth from worry stones
Not that you're ever worried stoned

I hear you making breakfast
I lie so still you'll never notice I'm not asleep
I watch you pack your things and head out of view
You've got things to do and I'll be high by 4AM
And I slept through Vegas, just like I slept on the train
that I took back home from where we talked all night
I wish I stayed in that state forever.

Wherever I go I carry this ghost in periphery
And all your mood rings cast in gold.
You little black and white kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your broken knee-bones.
The late-night phone call.
The reverie of my severed home.

Letting go of what's left-
A jar of sand and your underwear
Kept in a box in my room somewhere.
Remember forties at the squat?
Drunk as fuck, you said you thought "the vibe here sucks"
Fuck the sacred stones you hold.
They won't keep your body from the cold - They're just painted rock.
And they weighed you down.
Made me think I need you, I don't need you.
I need a one-way flight, I need to get my shit together.

Wherever I go, I can feel the rope digging into me.
And all your mood rings cast in gold.
You little black and white kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your broken knee bones.
The late night phone call from a hospital when you felt alone.

It was the greatest story never told.
All of the secrets that you told,
Were all your mood rings cast in gold?
In black and white, Kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your broken knee bones.
The late night phone call and the reverie of a severed wight
Wherever I go I can feel your ghost coming after me
And all your rings of gold, such a joke
You little black and white kaleidoscope
Your broken knee-bones.
The late-night phone calls come less and less each year.
And all of the ashes that we held dear
Held all the embers of our younger years
Burned brighter than the days we'd know
From my severed home.