My Ghost

And when he wakes up, he wakes up sleeping;
His lips are moving, he's hardly speaking.
But when he laughs, he always chokes;
And when he's raised, he'll rise in smoke.

And when he climbs, it's up the walls;
He stretches at least ten feet tall.
I think it's strange, he's quite amused-
That terror could become my muse.

He looks down with a spiteful boast,
"As if you've never seen a ghost,"
I have, they're known for giving love to
All of the ones it hurts the most.

And when he drives, it's through the lights;
He wont slow down, I'll hold on tight.
And in the night, my bed is ill;
I have a lot of time to kill.

And when I wake up, I wake up sleeping;
My lips are moving, I'm hardly speaking;
And when I laugh, I always choke
And when I'm scared- it's just my ghost.