Ghost of My Youth

sickwillie

I’ve been holding hands
And saying prayers for recovery
Feels like I’m talking to an imaginary friend
She says, “don’t make plans”
Upon the mournful discovery
You’re never truly, fully ready for the end

I’ve been shaking hands
And seeing gestures of sympathy
It all seems pretty much contrived, though well rehearsed
Yet, still, they’re helping me stand
Under the weight of this agony
Even if it’s all for show, it’s a blessing more than a curse

‘Cause when all the rooms are empty
And I’m left to face the truth
There’s no one to confide in
Aside from the ghost of my youth

I try to remember the days
When all the world was in front of me
Rather than a present tense that’s already passed me by
If I can hold your gaze
If we believe this is eternity
Could we really hold this pose after we die?

It’s not fair that life is fleeting
But nothing hurts quite like the truth
You’ve looked away, and left me here
With the ghost of my youth

You should know that I’m still mourning
Though time’s already forgotten you
But you were my only friend
Aside from the ghost of my youth.