Ghost to Me

Follow me, I see a silhouette By your mother and your fathers bed Your father grins as he hears what you said To me in the park on the blanket Home is where I call the ghost my own That haunts the basement where I sleep alone It's seen the burns on my skin showing bones And asks me why I still sleep with my phone Wandering back from campus half asleep Across the bridge leading to your keep Every minute is a memory You don't exist you're just a ghost to me