Ghost Sheets

Don't leave me on the couch
I'm falling in between the spaces
Where the cushions meet our faces
And my skull your hand embraces

Am I still in your good graces

It's hard to fall asleep in hotel rooms on foreign streets
It's even harder next to you
Where ghosted sheets pass through

Don't leave me in this bed
I'm sinking in between the spaces
Where the pillows meet our faces
And your skull my arm embraces