Checking all the locks to make sure you’re alone. Making no mistakes; The ghosts are free to roam. Staring at the sun. Hoping you’ll go blind. Taking all their drugs; Hoping they don’t mind. Shattered safety glass won’t cut like red balloons. Ensuring less appeal and praying in your room. When she waits, she waits alone. Pretty purple pills Waiting for their scene Time to celebrate The flowers been washed clean. What’s the matter dear? She’s waiting in the hall. Eyes are open wide and waiting for the call. The ghosts are coming through Through broken veins they weave. Open wounds and wine; and now they’ll never leave. When she waits, she waits alone.