Glocca Morra Support My Head
How do I feed a ghost?
I did not mean to hurt you.
Fill it all; empty.
Most weekdays get spent deserting.
Tell me what you want the most.
Step through like a wicker curtain.
Fire ignites the whole.
Makes sure what is never certain.
Casey I’m trying to be what you want me to be.
But I sign off.
Sign my name off.
Last night’s a joke.
Tomorrow, who knows.
Support my head.
Use my body as a compass that leads us to bed.
I see you’re well.
Use your division as an anchor that drags us to hell.
But I’m alright.
Delicate with people, will not go outside.
Support my head.
Give me something to believe in that’s already dead.
