Jewelry

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I am the trophy on your shelf
Collecting dust
I am the jewelry in your box
Collecting rust
I am the healing over wound
Begins to itch
I am the last customer in line
Waiting for you.

Waiting, like a paranoid poltergeist

In the driver's side of every unlocked car, in the basement of every best friend's house.

A prisoner to people
I don't even know anymore.

How much longer will I linger through these walls, half expecting you to follow me?

Breathing down my neck
Something I could have and should have and would have said,
If you had deserved to know.

-Party Ghost

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