but sang before,
so let's ignore.
a ghost for every season,
deliver your blessings
in brown paper bags
left on the porch.
turn up the volume
on this silence,
and give me an option
to give up.
I pray you never come back,
because I can hardly see
what's in front of me
these days,
and love stays, too.
digested between legs,
maybe I will keep making
something for you.
so let's ignore.
a ghost for every season,
deliver your blessings
in brown paper bags
left on the porch.
turn up the volume
on this silence,
and give me an option
to give up.
I pray you never come back,
because I can hardly see
what's in front of me
these days,
and love stays, too.
digested between legs,
maybe I will keep making
something for you.
sorry for calling
and hanging up yesterland;
I got super nervous
at the sound of your Hello.