(I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with ghosts...And so is he, he's in love with ghosts)

It takes time to get this line
useless as a dead rat
but still warm
ask me tomorrow
if he ever died
I'll say
it was a tree,
and a little love
in some other life
and I'll cite poor memory
different paths
I don't remember very well
you see
the past is the past
we never had a moonlight
I searched for it, I did!
we never had
in a rush
I made a moonlight out of paper
a new love turned into a long prayer
and I had of some other color
the white lies painted

-gsa