Adoration's ghost.

Look how silently the rain falls,
Try to remember through dusty glasses;
I’d love for you to only see the good in me.

This figurine tires easily,
Fogged lenses impair your view;
I’d love for you to only see the sanity in me.

(The rust creaks and I settle,
longing for more than the ghost)

As the dusk embraces the dirt,
I wake to realize myself being dragged into you;
I’d love for you to never see the deceit in me.