My Ghost I'm feeling like an aeroplane when I fly around your head. I am all eyes when I look through your mind. Say hello to your savior! You can't fly on broken wings. I stole your poetry as I stole your vocabulary.
You're nothing but wasted ink. That's all I want you to be. It's time for work miss Candy.
You're pretty and stupid. You're pretty stupid. When will you learn to walk again?
When will you learn to talk again?
It's time you learn to fly miss.
Hold on my sweet angel, I got some glue for your wings.
Clear the smoke in your head, I got a bag of vacuum. You're part of this story because I wrote about you. I'll fix you. You're fixing me.