Talk to your ghost Sleep with your clothes I’ll take whatever’s left In the waste of your death (But in case you come I left the light on) Whatever’s left (Bright enough to see from stars) Of your death (Find me in the bedroom corner) I’ll take whatever’s left (Writing verses of shattered hearts) In the waste To ease missing you And the stinging too Of seeing blue Poem you Come home, light's on Come home, light's on Cause I’m missing you And it’s stinging too To see a blue Poem you Come home, the light's on