THE NEAR EXORCISM OF ROBERT JAMES

My ghost tugs the string that binds me to you

Did you feel that?

Now I’m wearing a necklace, a charmed little noose

I struggled a bit then submitted and kicked

Did you hear that?

I screamed out your name, echoed in the cool mist

I cherry pick wonder and clear off the stage

I throw out my journals, I let myself rage

I rip up my tshirts, I throw a bit fit

I light a small fire and take a big hit

I prance down the sidewalk on a different street

I make out with strangers, I let myself eat

I’m brewing a coolness, a potion for one

And I will not be there, unless it sounds fun

She asked if it scared me, I told her the truth

There’s something so mystical in the brand new

I whisper to Jesus, it echos right back

Now I’m the creator, would you look at that?

Make friends with the dumpster, my body and time

I rid of the tokens from when you were mine

I wake up real early before skipping town

My past self a servant, I tell it “bow down”

He writes one last letter, I scratch it all out

Then laugh in his face as he begins to pout

No sign of the star-crossed, not even a prayer

But my demons get strangled, while gasping for air

It’s not I don’t love you, or wanted to change

But our sweet sonata started to sound strange

And in the last measure, the beats, how they slowed

He’s so damn convincing, as the story goes

So at the last second, I ripped out his heart

‘Cause me and my spirit, no we’ll never part