When ghosts become birds

Late-night ghost

I would fake my death just to see your reaction

Being in love with you is an infection

My bed remembers my shaky hands

Either from crying or crushing, which depends

My friends watched you burn down my head

Were you all amused by watching the fire spread?

Look at what you have made me… I was so used to being your lady

My room knows you as a late-night ghost

Your shadow appears on my walls when I miss you the most

When I gave you my soul, you sold it

Then I gave you my heart, but you couldn’t hold it

I never thought that I could ever lose control

But I guess so did you, when you abused and raped my soul

My room knows you as a late-night ghost

You’re a tumor in my heart that still hasn’t been diagnosed

Thorn-bird

I want to spend all my nine lives with you

I want to heal you from what you’re going through

My heart’s filling up with water trying not to drown

For you, I would burn this whole damn city down

Just to show you the light, I’d be your moon in the night

It feels like your eyes are still watching me here

Sadly now we’re dying like we’re in Shakespeare

Even my dad knows that you broke my heart

I believe he knows it from the stars

I lost everything once you left my heart

Your soul is a museum full of precious art

My heart was a thorn-bird all along

It would kill itself just to sing you one last song