Letra de Our ghosts

sink traps without a catch
the last grocery bags
stacked up in a pile
a laundry sack;
scratched up for the automat
the cats figure that you´ll
be gone for a while

we could not block the arrows
that poisoned your heart
betrayed from the beginning,
now too spoiled to trust
we´d work on an ending,
but where would we start?
i won´t pass my judgements
for judges to judge just
hashing out contingents
with your ghost

the meaning-well, misguided talking
shit committee gathers
when their tragedy ignites a fire:
dormant, weeping, battered
and the pattern is embarrassing
it only makes me sadder
now i finally realize it
and i wish it didn´t matter at all

don´t push, don´t pull
act, enabler
guilt pays off in full
pay your maker
i´ll be opposed to every argument,
be ill with every lie
i´m not looking to be a hero
i´m not looking for a fight

i´m working out contingents with your ghost
sorting through specifics with your ghost
explaining my position to your ghost

i´m seeing double vision with our ghosts