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If I drink more than I should 

it is to bring your ghost back to me. 

I remember the moment - the walls shook;

the floor was the ceiling. 

These were not my feet, those were not my hands, 

As if I were not really there.

Then later, when they'd all gone,

I sat in a room that was bigger than before.

The air became thick and the light grew dim,

my name became weary and my shadow grew thin.

But there is no-one to tell it to. 

Drinking is the closest thing -

though I hate it - 

Drinking is the closest thing

to that first moment.

With silent tears and creeping fears

comes a fading hope of change.

If I drink too much it is to bring 

the ghost of you home someday.