I believe in ghosts and don’t believe in God.
Like I believe in the sum, but not the part.
Except when I’m riding my bicycle home from work
In the dark into oncoming traffic.

Maybe I’ll think it over again.

Sweetheart, baby,
I’m sorry for bringing these black clouds wherever you are.

These icebergs never stop melting.
I think that you fell for me in the dark.
Nervous knees knocking on the balance beam.
Circling sharks grinning up at me.
Well maybe I’m not all that you think I am. Maybe I am.

Maybe I am thinking it over again.

Sweetheart, baby,
I’m sorry for bringing these black clouds wherever you are.

These icebergs never stop melting.
I think that you fell for me in the dark.
But it’s over now, and you’re feeling so relieved.

If I believe in ghosts and don’t believe in God.
Then I believe in the sum, but not the part.
Jumpin’ Jack Pumpkinhead pincushion doll
I’m dead with all the things I never said buried in my flower bed.

Maybe I’ll think it over again next time