Make My Ghost

It's just this day in this kind of light Standing just outside of time Sounding your will Through the static of your mind And then the scales fell from her eyes And she's laying down in the light She killed the play So the characters could survive Don't save me now I just got the hang of breathing In this fire And the wishes that will stick Come when you're not aware you've wished Your Life is sprained Keep the weight off of your mind I'll thank whoever you present Or im prepared to thank the dice All the stepped over snakes On whose patience I relied Don't save me now I just got the hang of breathing In this fire I'm not ready to make my ghost I'm not ready to make my ghost I was ready to make my ghost Now I'm not ready to make my ghost Now you dont have to clearly see My head is firmly in a hive To heal under the moon In the mothwing of its light Just know among your future breaths Some are bound to come in sweet They'll hold your heart up If you have to travel on your knees Don't save me now I just got the hang of breathing In this fire I'm not ready to make my ghost I'm not ready to make my ghost I was ready to make my ghost Now I'm not ready to make my ghost