House Hunting

I don’t even know which house I’m haunting

Something of a glow could linger in my eyes

I’m stalling

Shiver in my bones from everyone I’ve ever been in the past

Maybe I should crawl through empty living rooms just to wake the dead

But if you see me standing still

levitating from a dream that I just had

Better be performing miracles

To be a walking fantasy instead

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