Ghost In a Ditch

This ghost lay in a ditch on thursday

Where i was meant to be

I almost missed my death it's so good

Now he's decked in flowers for me

I hope she doesn't like me

Or i'll still be standing more than likely

Where he once stood

And that's not good

We pretend not to look at each other

But he could see over his shoulder

He got me a time,

He got that a time,

Never a time again

I noticed the hair on her head that's not real

Now i'm left with a dead and a naked ordeal

When all i want is down at the shore,

Sitting in my car

And bitter sometimes

But the taste is sweet

Your friends only like themselves in photographs

I don't like them,

I don't like you

We pretend not to care for another

I stand on my feet when i hold her

We pretend not to look at the change,

And for good i cry

So when the stars look bright above me,

And in the streetlights i can't see

I walk on down to make a stand,

Where he once stood

So now they lie there breast to breast and toe to toe

And all i want is down at the shore,

Sitting in my car

We end it, it's all over,

She'll marry me but i'll hold her

She shoveled the dirt into my face,

But i don't care

I love her