I leave the porch light on in case you come home

I'm up late, patching the holes in the wall

That you made when you were just a little kid

I recognize your footsteps

Between the waking and the dream

I'm a ghost living between the walls

The powerlines cut across the landscape

Like the red on your forearm

Spread out your medicine on the counter

& paint me out of every picture

Your hair grows back, you shave it off

I'll learn to love myself, somehow

It'll all be okay, some day