Wont Be Your Ghost

I won’t be your broken heart
I won’t be your moon
I won’t be the tears you cry
As you write songs in your room

I won't be the chains that you rattle in the cold
But we were more than a metaphor
And it’s more than getting old

I won’t be your ghost
I won’t be your muse
I listened to the songs you wrote
And I’m tired of the tune
I won’t be the fire
Or the kindling you stoke
It’s time for you to let me go
Cause I won’t be your ghost

And I won’t be your rain
That falls on your parade
And I won’t be the blame
For choices that you made

Now I can’t take your memories
Nor would I dare to try
I just want to be left alone
Before the ink runs dry

I won’t be your ghost
I won’t be your stars
I’m tired of your poetry
And I’m tired of the bars
I won’t be the syllables
In the visions you evoke
It’s time for you to let me go
Cause I won’t be your ghost

[bridge]
I saw you on the road with the pen and your notes
Covered my face behind the bus window
I saw you scratch out a line and I can only hope
your crossing out my name cause I won’t be your ghost

I won’t be your ghost
I won’t be your muse
I listened to the songs you wrote
And I’m tired of the tune
I won’t be the fire
Or the kindling you stoke
It’s time for you to let me go
Cause I won’t be your ghost