poem you

talk to your ghost, sleep with your clothes, i'll take whatever's left, in the waste of your death, whatever's left, of your death, i'll take whatever's left, in the waste, to ease missing you, and the stinging too, of seeing blue, poem you, come home, light's on, come home, light's on, cause i'm missing you, and it's stinging too, to see a blue, poem you, come home, the light's on