Ghosts Can't Love

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    What's the point?
    Can your so called honesty predict revelations?
    This trigonometry repeals all my innovation
    The angles set had no equation
    A triangle makes sense, but our parallel lines never intersected
    Our love was a geometric oddity at best
    Something we would hate to love
    But yearn to detest
    I hoped it wouldn't last, but I never wanted it to end
    Hopefulness came in a pretty package
    And, oh my God, I wanted to open it
    You were like a letter sent to me from the world
    And one of these days, I'm going to see what it holds
    I can just imagine the stress being torn open with that envelope
    But if you can hear me, next time send a postcard
    Something that doesn't need to be concealed
    So I can see your words for face value
    Scribbled out on the back of a place I wish I was, with you
    This hopefulness was still in the cards
    And I fought the fact that it was going to be hard
    But I never was superstitious enough to believe in fate anyway
    Or luck, for that matter
    Or hope, I suppose
    Disappointment has become a revolving door
    You never ripped out my heart, but you ripped out my core
    I remember that night, that minute
    You said: No one can ever replace you
    Well darling, someone is bound to
    And when you walked away, I found a different suitor to take your place
    Her name is loneliness and she kept comfortable
    She often speaks, but she is not very audible
    Her voice sounds like a windowsill cracking
    Sometimes a door blowing open, dancing with the breeze
    As I'm falling on my knees, broken
    But when she usually speaks
    She comes as a ghost putting coals on my back as I sleep
    Burning holes in my flesh as I try to dream
    Warming up my spine and making me afraid of the heat
    And that's a ghost I want to be
    I was dead set on a dead bet that put all hope to bed
    Revenge, or just to avenge the red half-baked love that burnt at both ends
    Pretend? no, but still not real
    If love exists, then I guess it doesn't know how to feel
    Or am I supposed to feel it?
    How can I show love to her
    When can't feel it?
    How am I supposed to show love to the world
    When I don't believe in it?
    I don't know what love looks like
    As I close my eyes every night
    I'm ready to breathe, I'm ready to believe
    I'm ready to be alive
    Just show me what love looks like
    Because you are love and I'm alive

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    Composición: Cam Smith

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