I have a ghost
I have a spirit in my room
It haunts my life with thoughts
That should be removed
Don't you feel somedays
You want to start again
By throwing out all of your
Faded skeletons
Take the lid off
Throw it in
And burn it
I caught my finger
In the black zip of your dress
Now it lies out beside
The backstep with the rest
Waste not want not
We decide how good this
Life should be
Fire burnt away dark hours
And the white thoughts no one sees
Boxes filled with words
And promises I keep
I've piled them high
Into the throw out heap
I have no ghost
I have no spirit in my room
I've burnt them all
To let happiness
Shine through