Your ghost in my head

Streets filled with debris
you all see right through me
thats the way it should be
but one cans till see me

i see those sideways glances
like millisecond trances
how can you see my dances?
your eyes, like dirty little bandits

windows filled with light
same old drunks fight
im all alone again tonight
but i know youre only just out of sight

i walk to the club
and then check for you at the pub
i want you to give me a little rub
so i head back to the club

in search of temporary thrills
maybe a couple glasses, filled
Dont want to think about the bills
i want you to do to me what you will

i dont know youre name
but you drive me insane
come play my twisted game
im not doing this for fame

once a stranger, now a ghost
of what could have been, of what i want
the ghost of a memory i cant remember
a ghost of my lonely cold december