Ghosts

Tearing ivy, leaving Sunday, here we go again

Another open letter, well, a reason to explain

I used to walk so quietly, I'd sit beneath the stairs

And all the while it's just a lie, the signs were never there

Whenever I go back there, I see ghosts

However close I get, you are the thing I love the most

Whenever I go back there, I stand still

How everything reminds me of a space I have to fill this time

Tearing ivy, leaving Monday, pushing through the rain

I couldn't bear to leave you but I didn't dare to stay

I used to watch the 35s, I tried to break the wall

However far I travel, there's no distance there at all

I'm walking in your footsteps but it's one step at a time

This looking back is easier than straying from the line

I still believe in little steps, the quietest of all are best

The past is behind me, it hurts still, it binds me

I'm tired of disaffection, this affliction can't be bought

You promised me a million, here's a penny for your thoughts

I used to see in black and white and read between the lines

Now everything I hated I'm becoming more with time