Kinda Like Your Suitcase

I felt this evil in your fingertips.
It's the glow of the fire on your lips.
You are the vampire that lives under my bed,
The chills on my skin.

But you're never close when I need you the most.
You're just a ghost.

I felt this evil on your fingertips.
It's the glow of the fire on your lips.
But I've been too high to fight the nearing of your steps.
Filling up my chest.

But you're never close when I need you the most,
Because you're just a ghost.

When all of these leaves have fallen from their trees,
They're brittling in winter's teeth and beckoning for green.
But all has turned to distant dreams and fading memory
I can't shape the scenery, it knows I'm listening.
Though these thoughts belong to me, I know they'll never keep,
If you were meant to medicate me.