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I don't believe in ghosts

Or a god, or what I need most

I just need enough of you to sustain

A memory, so my eyes won't strain

Just like white ink on sheets of paper

Disappearing from me like vapor

I thought I knew you

I thought I knew you well

Always in front of me was you

Always chasing a ghost

Always behind me was regret

Always followed by ghosts

I don't need to live my life like a ghost

Or a god, or a parasite's host

I just need enough of you to maintain

The last fragments of me that remain

Things aren't as real as they seem

Sometimes thin air weighs more than concrete