Ghost

The damn ghost in the mirror

Says I should own my story

This phantom of my mind

He plays me so unkind

I would admit it's me drinking

But a ghost holds my tin cup

This self-made shade knows

It was me who ghosted me

Now my haunted eyes see

I'm a host to a ghost

And my reflection knows

He looks a lot like me

The only spirits I want to see

Are coloured amber

All is well

My AA sponsor's cell number

Is held hostage

By the ghost of a stranger

This self-made shade knows

It was me who ghosted me

Now my haunted eyes see

I'm a host to a ghost

And my reflection knows

He looks a lot like me

My psychiatrist says

What I'm imagining

Is caused by drinking

But what scares me the most

When I look into her red eyes

I see she has her own ghost

This self-made shade knows

It was me who ghosted me

Now my haunted eyes see

I'm a host to a ghost

And my reflection knows

He looks a lot like me

Now my haunted eyes see

I'm a host to a ghost

And my reflection knows

He looks a lot like me

Ohh this ghost

Looks a lot like me

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