my ghost friend

if i had a ghost friend
he would float at my right
breathe onto my face
to keep it clean and white

where i would wander
he would follow
stretch out my insides
to keep me hollow

my mouth would never open
i knew not to speak
that little ghost
so mild and meek

if i had a ghost friend
he would stumble to my left
and realize what he had done
i would try to forget

me and my ghost friend
we rise to the ceiling
me and my ghost friend
what a wonderful feeling

black and blue

what do you think my hands are made for
when i reach out to touch you
what do you think goes through my mind
when i see the things you do
i clear my head but you always remain
wonder what that could mean
sometimes i wish i could lose all emotion
to know how it feels to be clean
break my jaw to see who i am
would you watch me jump from this ledge
it seems you know exactly who you are
how do you deal with losing your edge
is it nice knowing you are my everything
you colour my eyes and keep me near
is it a burden being my everything
sometimes it is nice to disappear
what do you think when i say i love you
the thought turns me black and blue
like the bottom of the sea...all black and blue