My friends and I were all talking this weekend about every relationship or almost-relationship that didn't work out. We all seemed to agree that the hardest part about having things not work out is the hope you have—that immense mountain of faith—that it will. And being let down time and time again... that's what sucks, and that's what makes it hard to move on.

So, being the poetic human being I am, I was inspired to write a song about it. A song about that ghost inside you that still believes and keeps you from moving on. If you relate even in the smallest way, know that I am writing this to tell you that you do indeed have the power to move on. Let this ghost go and move along, man!

There's a Ghost

And in my heart, there lies a ghost. She can't move on, she stays so close. She does.

She fills and drills and kills my hopes, that one day I'll be over you, it hurts. It hurts.

Chorus: She flies around, never looking down, and she knows the words it takes to break my love. I want to fly and I want to roam but she always keeps me close to home, a home that you're no longer a part of. A home you do not want to come from. A home I can't wait for you for, anymore.

She's so good at making me, believe in old, far memories, where she did see something not real, the only real thing's how I feel, but she's the one behind the strings, playing me now I feel played, by him. (She's a ghost, and she knows, what it takes, to break, my heart.)

Chorus

I don't know why but I get how, she's good at lies, she's lying now, I know. I control her power in me, yet she convinces me she's free and I have nothing I can hold, against her. But it's time I realize, that I'm the one who lies, to myself when I say, that there's nothing I can do about it. That she'll never move on. That she'll never get he's gone. That she can't live without him. That she's just a ghost who roams the halls and breaks apart, yeah this is MY home, this is MY heart.

So move on. You're done.

Chorus: She won't fly around, never looking down, she doesn't know the words it takes to break my love. I want to fly and I want to roam and now I will, inside my home, a home that was mine before he ever came. A home I love to learn from and lean on. A home I don't need you at, anymore.