I don't believe in ghosts Or a god, or what I need most I just need enough of you to sustain A memory, so my eyes won't strain Just like white ink on sheets of paper Disappearing from me like vapor I thought I knew you I thought I knew you well Always in front of me was you Always chasing a ghost Always behind me was regret Always followed by ghosts I don't need to live my life like a ghost Or a god, or a parasite's host I just need enough of you to maintain The last fragments of me that remain Things aren't as real as they seem Sometimes thin air weighs more than concrete