staying in on a cloudy day,
think about those who got away,
then you wonder if they still think of you?
when the one who once mattered most
keeps dropping by like a friendly ghost,
technically there’s still no one to talk to,
though we know that they can’t reply,
the question comes to mind:

could you believe in the ghost of me?
I could haunt your place, keep you company,
I’d make you laugh in your saddest dreams,
you’ll be glad you half-remember me..

I was told I should seize the day,
take the moments that come my way,
to make new memories so they replace the old,
so I suppose I should let it go,
but it would help to know

if you believe in the ghost of me?
I could float around, keep you company,
I’d make you laugh in your saddest dreams,
you’ll be glad you half-remember..

I’m just trying to return the favor,
showing up like a helpful neighbor,
the way you do when I’m almost asleep..
that’s the way that the story goes,
most of us play supporting roles,
some days we don’t know who writes the lines we speak,
happy just to be in the cast,
is it too much to ask:

would you believe in the ghost of me?
I could shake a chain, maybe wear a sheet,
until you laugh in your saddest dreams,
you’ll be glad you half-remember..
you’ll be glad that you half-remember me..