Ghost

Strike a match and watch it burn to my fingertips

The star of the show

I like the way that it smells

Don't know how it tastes

But it lights my soul

I'll fade like the flame did one day

But why'd you have to go away

Sometimes your memory won't leave me alone

Sometimes I let the whiskey run right through my bones

A ticking time bomb I don't need to cry

But I just need to try and see how she goes