Nicole Dollanganger - Ghosts

^Gthe Autumn wind carries a^Emll of the ghosts they ^Gcatch on me and hide ^Emunder his sheets they^G make their nests in my ^Emclothing seams po^Gssessing my bones and my^Em being

we ^Gwaited til' the morning where the^Em sun did rise but the^G moon still lingered in his ^Emweary eyes ^Gghosts fill my head with such ^Emrotten things and ^Gwith the lonliness that the ^Emcold air brings

the ^Groom was dim so I d^Emoubt that he could see my ^Gcold, shaking hands and my^Em reddened cheeks a ^Gpart of me wished to crawl ^Emunder his sheets but ^GI sincerely doubted that w^Eme would sleep

we ^Gwaited til the morning where the ^Emsun did rise but the ^Gmoon still lingered in his ^Emweary eyes be^Gtraying a good heart to s^Ematisfy mine ^Ghe's a ghost I never thought I'd ^Emfind