pretty ghost

You walk through the door,
But you never arrive
I know you’re alive,
But you feel dead inside

You walk through the door,
But you never arrive
I know you’re alive,
But you feel dead inside

She’s a pretty ghost
Vacant of perspective she can call her own
She’s a mile beneath the surface of herself
And when she speaks it’s like no one else can hear her

She knew she had to really feel herself
So she traveled to the bottom of her well
And there she found the parts that really needed her to listen

Yes, she used to be a pretty ghost
Now she’s grateful for perspective she can call her own
She’s a lion at the surface of herself
And when she speaks they all lean in to listen