I write about you
About half as much as him
Coz you were the first ghost
That I let in
To see the spirit that fuels me
And the fighting that duels me
Always fencing with a post
Or sailing by a pretty coast
And I just want to let it out
All that has shattered my doubt
And I try to make paper planes exist
But they’re matchstick men and I can’t resist
Pulling the plug on another show
I love you so much that I let you go
To have your own freedom, I’m all at sea
And I trusted you with the best of me
But it’s a kaleidoscope on the front
And there are four weeks in every month
And twelve in a year
Are you getting any closer, dear
I was trying to protect 
Our memory or what’s left
Of it, now you live alone
And I’m scared to hit up your phone
In case you don’t reply
But what if you get the message and you die 
Coz it’s happened before and it’ll happen again
And I can’t be saved by the world of men
At best they’re a distraction
I’m not out to get some action
But hold a hand and heart aloft
I’m kinda shy but I’m still a boss
You might not know it at first sight
But it comes around to that, alright?