My Ghost 1_6_2026

Wickedjohnandthedevil

My ghost was hiding deep in the book stacks
He get mistaken for hat racks
Gets toppled onto the floor

My ghost lives on the edge of the sidewalk
It doesn’t matter how I talk
It’s just the same as it was

But you know how it goes
It’s always my birthday
Good lord they should know by now

That my ghost could give a shit about heartbreak
Exchange of currency birth rate
Or the positions of stars

Cause my ghost hangs in primordial deep space
He carries double his earth weight
And bends the fabric of time

But you know how it goes
It’s always my birthday
Good lord they should know by now
It’s my birthday in outer space
It’s always been today