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Wish that you had had a headache,
crossword puzzles, or just said that
you're not giving in. Not so easily. Not yet.
Couldn't you have stuck to playing
Barbies, clarinet or praying?
Yeah, you've made your bed,
but we both must lie in it.
The warm Montana sun
may shine upon your home.
But the biggest wrapping porch
cannot replace the arms
that pushed you to get lost and used.
Were you looking for your mis-imagined love?
Couldn't you have used discretion,
played with pirates, knives, and matches,
sought advice of trolls, put more heart and soul to spinning flags?
Looked around for signs innocence;
sad to say that it just don't exist.
Sad to report, with great regret:
it's dead.
The warm Montana sun
may shine upon your home.
But the biggest wrapping porch
cannot replace the arms
that reached to you âtil they turned blue.
Was I reaching for my mis-imagined love?
Ghosts come out of the walls around our room.
Ghosts surrounding us â they haunt our every move.
It's all the others you let inside of youâ¦
and I'm the one refused.
So reach for me, I'm at your feet;
The trembling boy beneath the sheets.
And tell the ghosts to leave us beâ¦
We're looking for our mis-imagined love.
We'll someday find our mis-imagined love?
Until that time, I'm in your line of ghosts.