Ghost in a ditch

This ghost lay in a ditch on Thursday
Where I was meant to be.
I almost missed my death it's so good
Now he's decked in flowers for me.

I hope she doesn't like me
Or I'll still be standing more than likely.
Where he once stood
And that's not good.

Aaaah.

We pretend not to look at each other
But he could see over his shoulder
He got me a time,
He got me a time,
Never a time again.

I noticed the hair on her head that's not real
Now I'm left with a dead and a naked ordeal.
When all I want is down at the shore
sitting in my car.

And bitter sometimes
but the taste is sweet
Your friends only like themselves in photographs.
I don't like them,
I don't like you. We pretend not to care for another.
I stand on my feet when I hold her.
We pretend not to look at the change,
and for good I cry...

So when the stars look bright above me,
And in the streetlights I can't see.
I walk on down to make a stand
where he once stood.

So now they lie there breast to breast
and toe to toe.
And all I want is down at the shore
sitting in my car.

Aaaah.

We end it, it's all over,
she'll marry me but I'll hold her.
She shoveled the dirt into my face,
but I don't care..

I love her...