(I’m Glad) Your Ghost Keeps Finding Me

I wrote some songs (I hope you accidentally hear them).

I sang in code so you know you’re not forgotten.

I see your face in crowded places; cities you’ve not even visited,

And wonder how your ghost keeps finding me so often

Every picture found strikes like a landed arrow,

‘Cause you can scrub off all your skin but not your marrow,

And in some resonating tone, they whisper doubt into my bones,

So I take pains to keep the conversation sterile.

But you don’t ever leave my mind

If you still need someplace to hide

Come back home (or let me go)

’Cause I still love you; oh, I’ve tried

I kept the letters that you wrote when we were twenty,

Before the words got lost inside and just stopped coming,

So when I packed up all my things, it never felt like I was leaving,

It felt like falling to the ground while you kept running.

Sometimes I have this conversation with your picture,

And lately I’ve tried not to tell it that I still miss you,

But I’m pretty sure it shows, ’cause he just smiles as if he knows

When I ask if he thinks I could be forgiven

You don’t ever leave my mind

If you need someplace to hide

Come back home (or let me go)

’Cause I still love you; oh, I’ve tried

Come back home.

Please come back home…

’Cause I still love you; oh, I’ve tried