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I’m like a ghost in his mind.
He can’t seem to let me go.
I’ve been burned in his head
to be like you in a way
of a girl wondering around
with a new boyfriend.
I’m not seeing a bigger stance
on how much men are in control
but I’d rather be the one
in control of my own destiny.
He has me hidden away
and trapped like I’ve always been.
I’ve had my fair share of disruption
against all the odds spoken against me.
But still I linger on in his mind
like an old song people sang,
a jukebox made to sing out loud.
I’m not going around being another girl
just so they can take me
and burn me alive.
They’ll make me feel like a sinner
rather than a saint.
I don’t want to be the ghost
of the past that haunts him.
We both know he’d rather
have a girl who’s faithful and loyal.
I don’t know if I could be that girl
he wanted to spend his life with.
I’m a little boring but I can write
a little melodic rhythm
to the blues I’ve been feeling
since he’s been out of town.
I know we both saw glittering pink lights
when he graces the silver screen
like he’s a mixture of Clark Gable
and Errol Flynn.
I don’t want to be a ghost
in the back of his mind
from a long time ago.
I don’t want to see him
due because of me.
I know I’ve killed him
by not loving him from the start.
I can’t remember when the candlelight
was at its dimmest speck.
It makes no sense to me
that I’d be the one to haunt you.
But fragile things tend to disappear
within the reach of one man.
Can’t he tell I’d rather be the girl
who sees the better in him?
I want to see my Robin Hood
save me from myself
once my reputation grows cold.