Giving Up the Ghost.

Theres nothing left to do tonight,
We've sucked all the life from these glass bottles,
And in the light of a northern moon,
You'll be trying to suck my heart right from my chest,
But baby, try, try your very best.
Theres nothing left to take lying under my breast.

I'm a free spirit, I'm a rebel in the waking,
Baby, I'm not looking for love,
I'm not looking a sexual stand,
I'm just searching for what time will give me,
Alone and covered in cold, white sand.

Is the longing to be alone,
So very very wrong?
Is it strange to want nothing,
Instead of gaining it all,
Oh is it cruel of me to turn you away,
Forget all those hurtful things you'll say,
Oh baby is it wrong,
To want to be the star of my own song?

I'm running away, Bobby Joe.
I'm running far away.
I'm not lying anymore,
I'm not crying anymore,
I am doing what I want without a second thought,
And I quit caring what you think,
Back when my soul was bought.

Maybe I'll dance around a camping fire,
With the witches of the Siren's call,
Maybe I'll be singing out my happy tunes,
From beneath a tiny venue marquee,
Whether I leave you tonight or in a year,
It will be the same old fear,
Making me old and tiring my feet,
When all they want to do is dance by themselves,
Oh, darling Bobby Joe.
How much more do you want to know?

Reviews

[Legion]

How interesting. Love much of the wording you use in this. I'm listening to a song called "Guitar Sound" by Ronald Jenkees as I read this and it feels as if the two could be one piece together somewhat. Well done.

[funeralmoon]

this is amazing. great job hannah. really this is your best