her ghost

Her ghost is six or so feet tall
And the lights in the house are dim
His voice still echoes through the hall
She cant get away from him
I clear the couch off and I sit
She hangs up the phone
And then she says
She cant believe he quit
But I know hell be back again
Every hour on the hour
He will reappear
And make it clear that hes around
Its not your average social call
He does it all without a sound
Her ghost is propped up in the hall
He speaks no evil there
He doesnt notice me at all
I find it a bit unfair
Im bathed in shadow from that wall
I know hell be in the air
Every hour on the hour
Shell watch her apparition
Stare her down, but pass her by
And Ive no ammunition
Im the one whos being exorcised
Every hour on the hour
Every moment all my power
And every where I turn
I tend to learn that shes got
Memories that never burn
And this is of concern and I prepare to go
Cause this I know that though hes out of sight
Hes in her mind and in my hair
Im tiring of this fight
Besides its getting me nowhere
Her ghost makes all of this occur
He does it breathlessly
So long as hes the life in her
Hell be the death of me