Ghosting by Charles Grace

Put away your uncertainty
Just say what you really mean
You won’t hurt me
You can’t hurt me

Did you call me ‘cause you felt guilty?
I was just wondering
Did you think I wouldn’t notice?
You were ghosting me
Pay me no mind; I should’ve known
The little it takes in coming is long

Spare me the metaphor
We’ve both been here before
You can’t hurt me
Won’t let you hurt me

Off the tip of your tongue
Crossing through teeth
When the truth fills our lungs
Sets the word free
Sometimes giving the gift in part
Makes it harder to receive

If you called me ‘cause you felt guilty
Why were you covering?
Did you think I wouldn’t notice?
You were ghosting me
Lay me aside; I should’ve known
Good enough seems to wind up alone
The little it takes in coming is long

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