And I held onto this image stained into my mind
Like my own personal ghost that followed me into the night
But it was not about what was lost but rather what never was
And the rose I had left on the counter wilted and became dust
And I am not immune to the worst that life can give
But the high I was living just felt like it could never end
And what if King Tut really did curse his tomb
And Jesus was the son of God
But what if God was just like the rest of us and was killed by a bomb
It is these ghosts and these thoughts that keep me up at night
Waiting for angels and rose gardens to show direction at daylight
ns 18.68.41.175da2
