Ghostlimb

This man is your good deed.
If you can get past the reek of self pity.
Hold him so tight.
He's your pass to Heaven.
He'll go to the background.
He'll fit right in.

Pity him.
He's your pass.
Did you think you knew him?
I bet you thought you did.
Good deeds.
Good deeds gone sour.
Did you think you knew him?

I bet you thought you did.
He'll fade to the background.
He'll fit right in.
Good deeds gone sour.