Throat

I don't have tales of hotel bars

Just lonely nights walking out too far

Through realisations and epiphanies

My repetition and tautology

Good people come and go

The bad stick around and linger in my throat

Good people come and go

They stick around as the ghosts of where we used to go

Devoid of all sense

Fucking in your socks again

I was unfair but wouldn't trade it for anything

"It took a while for you to speak to me"

Something's lost now

I was an idiot

Good people come and go

The bad stick around and linger in my throat

Good people come and go

And they stick around as the ghosts of where we used to go

We don't agree often but I'm sure that we can make an exception

Good people come and go

But you stuck around and lingered in my throat

Good people come and go

But you stuck around as the ghost of what I used to know