Erin Ash Sullivan - Ghost of a Thorn

Ghost of a Thorn

Got a ghost of a thorn in the palm of your hand
Touch the part that’s tender
Can’t help but remember
How he looked when you told him that it wasn’t working out like you’d planned
That your love felt worn
Like the ghost of a thorn

You can lock away all the little things that mean so very little
Freeze out every memory
Break them when they’re brittle
Look away and let them be
Every little tragedy

There’s a hint of a tear in the map that you fold
Reminds you that you’re lost
And of all the lines you crossed
And how it felt when he told you that he never thought you’d act so cold
Like you just didn’t care
Like the hint of tear

You can lock away all the little things that mean so very little
Freeze out every memory
Break them when they’re brittle
Look away and let them be
Every little tragedy

There’s a feather of a kiss that he leaves behind
Brush your fingertips
Past the corner of your lips
Makes you think of all the things that he does that make you want to change your mind
Brush away all of this
Like the feather of a kiss

You can lock away all the little things that mean so very little
Freeze out every memory
Break them when they’re brittle
Look away and let them be
Every little tragedy

Got a ghost of a thorn in the palm of your hand