Miss Ghost

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On a misbegotten, moonless night

I stumbled in my door

Disgusted with my circumstance

Soaked to every pore

When floating from my bedroom

Came a moaning and a sigh

“Oh, I've had one too many

It's just the wind,” says I

I lit up a cigarette

And I poured a good, stiff drink

You see, I needed to compose myself

I needed time to think

No sooner had I settled down

The moaning came again

Drifting through the silence

Like some otherworldly violin

I bounded up the staircase

I went slippin' and slidin' down the hall

You know, I've been around the whole, wide world

But I was not prepared at all

Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host

“Well, I see you've made yourself at home.

Good evening, Miss Ghost.”

You're more beautiful than ever

I feel just like a kid

And I commence to trembling

When I think of all the things we did

Skin as pale as marble; lips as red as blood

Imagine my surprise, my dear

I thought that you were gone for good

You look so lovely lying there

All stretched out on your back

But I'm the one who's strung up here

On old temptation's rusty rack

And in the wee small hours

Is when I miss you the most

And I confess it, I have missed you

Miss Ghost

I threw open the window

And I howled at the rain

And I cursed the weakness of the flesh

This breath and bone—and this brute, reptilian brain

What dirty tricks the mind can play

In the lonely dead of night

When you bump into the shadow

Of a faded love that wasn't right

Way down beneath the surface

Far beyond the light of day

So many things lie buried deep

And baby, they should stay that way

Oh, my wicked, little habit

We've really made a mess

Everything's been trivialized

In our vain pursuit of happiness

And even though you've come for me

I won't go back with you

To some temporary heaven

Down some empty, dead-end avenue

But it's been so good to have you here

And I propose a toast

“Here's to seeing through you—

Miss Ghost.”