Of sober mind and battered heart. I wish your ghost could stop haunting me--reminding me that all is not perfect. Visions of how I stopped breathing. Visions, only visions. . . I can go on, but it's better when you're around to let me know that you were the one. All the songs, all the creations don't even come close to healing the wound you left me with.

Alien amphetamines. Twice the speed. Sentiments gone wild. Protest nothing. When you lower me down. You're a light at the end of the tunnel. But I am not buried yet.

I'm the ghost that keeps you honest.