Ghost

There’s a lump in my throat
There’s a ballroom of wool
And small
There’s a raindrop inside my throat
Was it worth it? (No)
So jealous when I get turned red
Face with jewels
'Cos I couldn’t understand my voice
There’s some blood on your clothes
There’s some skin by your room
And some boots
There’s a cemetery dressed in gold
Was it worth it (no)
So jealous when I sent light
And the basement’s cruel
'Cos I couldn’t demand the choice
And hello, ghost
Let me see you
You sound so cruel
And let me go
I can see right through you