Awoken  

I think I might’ve died
and become a ghost
I think at first they remembered me
but now they don’t
I don’t know when it happened
I had family and friends
and then I did not

I don’t know if I’m remembering things
or if they’re still happening now
I drink whiskey
I watch movies
and I remember you
And I sleep
maybe a lot
it’s kind of a blur
It worries me though
that I don’t remember anything new
of you

If I’m a ghost
it appears that I can’t come and visit you
I would give it all up for that
if I could
But I can’t seem to figure out how
It makes my head too heavy to hold up

Maybe ghosts like me
can only receive visitors like you
Do you remember too
Love is forever
but if this is it
what is forever
Is this it

Maybe I’ve been gone for a long time
I must occasionally wake up though
But whether as a ghost
or twilight dreamer
these things I don’t know

If only my head could think
I don’t know for how long
or deep this slumber goes
Think
dammit THINK
So many things I don’t know

Am I a ghost
isn’t there something more
Maybe that’s what all the frustration
of being a ghost really is
Down to asking the final questions
the ones that can’t be answered

Rap rap rap
there comes a rapping at my door
was it Elinor
or Nevermore
or Evermore
I don’t know anymore
If no one remembers me
maybe I’ll be nevermore anymore

Clean white sheets
and soft white pillows
Sleeping isn’t so bad
it’s a nice act to follow

Good night my love
wake for me in the morrow
if I don’t wake you first with a kiss

by randy peterson