Some ghosts don’t ever leave They stay printed on your mind like a tattoo sleeve You still live somewhere where my mind won’t stray One week later and you haven’t gone away Ink on your skin, on me you left your mark Some people leave But never embark Met you one day, so long before Tattoos, black jeans, eyes that ran up the score You’re the type to make me go silent I felt so small, you felt like a giant Back then, I was in To magazines and photoshoots Vintage jeans, Prada purses and expensive boots You didn’t seem to care that my life was bare Of any joy beyond untruths or dares Some ghosts don’t ever leave They stay printed on your mind like a tattoo sleeve You still live somewhere my mind won’t stray One month later and you haven’t gone away Ink on your skin, on me you left your mark Some people leave But never embark Ive known a lot of boys in my time Most were poetry without any rhyme But none of them put me so at ease Like I was just soaring on the breeze Caught a glimpse in the mirror of you and me And imagined how good my life could be I wanted you to stay but it was too late You were already looking towards your gate You told me you’d come back next time for good And you kissed me then, And I wondered when It would happen again Sometimes I think about what world you live in now If you managed to find your happiness somehow If your tattoos faded blue-green in the sun If you remember me at all, or if I’m just someone That almost happened Where you almost stayed When you almost moved into my life and changed Everything Crazy what timing destroys My whole life haunted by a choice not made Some ghosts don’t ever leave They stay printed on your mind like a tattoo sleeve You still live somewhere my mind won’t stray One year later and you haven’t gone away Ink on your skin, on me you left your mark Some people leave But never embark Some ghosts don’t ever leave They stay printed on your mind like a tattoo sleeve You still live somewhere my mind won’t stray Five years later and you haven’t gone away Ink on your skin, on me you left your mark Some people leave But never embark Some people become songs ‘Cause real life couldn’t hold ‘em very long Ink on your skin… Ink on your skin… Ink on your skin… My ink is inked within
