Like ghost games
I conjure up pictures of events in my mind
The swearing and the cannons of
laughter
buzz of static counting out time
What I wish would have happened
I now paint
and dress it up well
and send it like truth to the tape
letting history
swell
Fingerprints are all but gone
so I can make up the story as it goes along
There might be the good old days
if all the right things get forgotten
A
smile can still be photogenic
if you can't see the molars are rotten
I hope you've had
revelations
since I left you behind
I'll at least pretend that you're happy
to stop
guilt from making me come untied
since...
Fingerprints are all but gone
so I
can make up the story as it goes along
Fingerprints are all but gone
so I can make up the
story as it goes along
