A Life That's Gone

Open windows shine a light on the life you left behind

In the window sill the weak willed sit dressed to kill

My feet move so slow when you tell me that it’s time for me to go

Between your toes there’s green green grass

And ghosts should remain in the past

Oh, I know I’m not one longing for a life that’s gone

Empty bottles chime as i’m giving up on changing your mind

I’m still struggling to decide if there’s hindsight for the blind