#1
This is a rough draft (I can already tell imma have to edit the hell out of it, I don'treally like it, but then I usually don't like what I write), but its an idea I've been playing with about a guy who gets killed, and has to watch his wife as a ghost until she dies, but she becomes a heroine addict and *****. Its very uplifting :P

I know you can’t hear me
But I’m beside your bed
You’re both pressed so tightly
Am I still in your head?

I’ve watched for ten years now
And I have to let you know
We parted at death but
How could you sink so low?

Your just an angel with open legs
I thought I had your heart
Your as communal as an open keg
Now at death we do part

(chorus)
I’m not drowning
I’m not suffocating
I’m more detached than you could be
These one-night stands you are initiating
Your diagnosis-My victory

And a bullet might have stopped us early
The way you stopped your tears
But the vicar still is confused
You cried less then my peers
(/chorus)

Now your ripping his shirt
You’re so good at that
Still I have to watch
While you repeat the act

Next goes his belt
What’s on your mind?
He got you your fix
He deserves it for being kind

(chorus)
I’m not drowning
I’m not suffocating
I’m more alive than you could be
My funeral might have made you sad
But you prefer the needle to me

And a bullet might have stopped us early
The way you stopped your tears
But the vicar still is confused
You cried less then my peers
(/chorus)

(bridge)
There’s nothing new
The same game
We know what you do
Your one-stand refrain
(/bridge)

Now you can’t make them pay you
Your too old to get by
No more needles
They’ve found younger girls to try

And now you miss me
But I’m still gone
Pull that trigger
Its time to move on
"I is another." - Rimbaud
#2
sad song...
to moi, its a little confusing: did his wife still love him, after his death, and turn to her one night stand buisness as a method of survival, or did she forget about him until her old age, when she needed him?
otherwise, i think its beautiful.