Future of the Past

Lay the bricks of the home we were to shareAnd build yourself as the man you dreamed to beAnd marry my ghost and bear with herAnother with your curls and my eyesCook your tofu sisig, and a pot of chiliExactly the way you like itLet the spice of it linger around the houseSo that my ghost might taste all of youAnd late at night, drive my ghost around townTo get chicken sandwiches and ice creamWhile you have my ghost blind rankFive different songs you put on stereoAnd watch our shows and tell her all your factsAnd don’t forget to bring up Troy BakerBecause he shows up in everythingAnd remind my ghost that Margaret Qualley- you know the restAnd should you, one day, wish my ghost to leaveTo stop abiding by you like your ghost abides by meThen perhaps we can find new beginnings and set them freeAnd let them too find each other over DnD.