The Ghost of More
Why does it feel like
another Christmas morning
in Southern California?
If you knew what I meant,
then open the door like a gift,
and you will see my disappointment.
The sky is clear, the air is chilled,
another wish gone unfulfilled.
Secret Santas keep their secrets.
Bundle up, I do insist
at 58 degrees celsius
and smell the ghost of more cigarettes.
An invisible wish list
that I always keep finding
myself mad at my friends
when they cannot read
my handwriting.
I think there was more but my brother interrupted me, but he showed me a pretty cool band.
another Christmas morning
in Southern California?
If you knew what I meant,
then open the door like a gift,
and you will see my disappointment.
The sky is clear, the air is chilled,
another wish gone unfulfilled.
Secret Santas keep their secrets.
Bundle up, I do insist
at 58 degrees celsius
and smell the ghost of more cigarettes.
An invisible wish list
that I always keep finding
myself mad at my friends
when they cannot read
my handwriting.
I think there was more but my brother interrupted me, but he showed me a pretty cool band.