Dec 11, 2008 14:10
indiana is full of dead things, dead, but living in my head, i cant sleep because there are ghosts in my bed, i cant think because of the words that were said, the black ribbon has been gone for months, yet i feel it around my ankle.
the same smoke is a ghost in my lungs, and the same place all the girls coats hung, i past the house that i first had sex in that tiny room and in that same house my nose broken with a broom, i walked to the place that my long past child was most likely conceived, and when i think about when i should leave, i relize there are ghosts all along the east coast.
in north carolina and the 151, i drank a bottle and came undone, im so sorry, but you wont forget, in baltimore were i called you a whore, but i was the one who walked around drunk kissing random girls, and you got all of us home safe i never thanked you for that, i bet you never thought i could be a complete rat... but you are not the only ghost im sure you know, because i burn bridges wherever i go.