Morning Baths in Paris

Been taking a little vacation

Pretending as I sit miday on your couch in a bathrobe

That I still have a place in your life

That things could go back to the way they were,

When they were good

Before we gave it all up

 

But this place doesn’t feel like home

I’ve carried away all traces of me

Now I’m only a ghost

Trading showers for morning baths in Paris

Searching all four corners of this room

For the remaining pieces of me that I’ve somehow left behind in your sheets.

 

 

 

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