The Last Gasps of a Dying Ghost

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 

It’s hard to tell if I’m remembering things or if they’re still happening now
I eat I drink whiskey I watch movies and I remember you
And I sleep Maybe a lot Its kind of a blur
It worries me though that I don’t remember anything new with 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
Can you feel it 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 don’t know
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 existence goes
Think Dammit THINK  
Too many things I don’t know

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

Am I the last gasps of a dying 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

I think I might’ve died and become a ghost
I think at first they remembered me but now they don’t
Clean soft white sheets and clean 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