drunk unemployed ghost writer

I was a ghost today, 

walking around hoping you'd notice,

having a lot to say

but i lost my voice

and don't see time the same.

Most of the time

you smile more than I'd like

but I'm fine with that

in a cheek eating way

for the rest the day

Here is why i wont haunt you on your birthday

and there goes my  mind

we've always talked this way

crying over your cake

traditions shouldn't be this way

radical savior,

give me the time

to make you win me over

to make you mine

and you wont know 

what i meant' when i said

that if you could hold me back long enough

then i swear that I'll be fine.