Over the winter I saw
a magazine cover that reminded
me of when I was a ghost
and lived in a deserted mansion over in Antarctica
I was the only one there
besides a penguin interested in buying the house
I told him I wasn't the owner and he would leave
but he would always be back the next day asking the same
question
Him and I became close friends
Even if the conversations we had
were always the same
I've lost contact with him recently
but the last time I heard from him
he sounded like he was doing good
I have no idea why I was drafted to Antarctica
It seems like there is nothing to scare over there
Maybe it was because I was such a bad ghost
I didn't do well in any of the classes,
I wanted to drop out but I decided not to
Though I wish I had
It really wasn't worth it
at all.
The closest thing I've had to brotherhood
is that New Order album
It's always there for me
Always there for me when I fall
In my MP3 player
Every little bit is perfect
Every little bit is perfect about him
He's amazing
We know a lot about each other
We know everything about each other
Like about how he had other dads
He really helps me
With my problems
He tends to always say back to me
No matter what the problem is
'When I look at you I know you're lying
all you say and do'
All I need are words like these
I need you right now
you can save me
I'm going insane
I really can't tell if
I want this
or I'm desperate
Do I want you
Is this real
I've never dreamt like this
Blood is dripping from
my face
Dots are ripping my face apart
Stripes are cutting my knees
Circles are punching me
Squares are stabbing me
Why aren't you here
with me like you used to
be before I killed you
