Holy Ghost People

A rainy night

On a cold downtown street

I pass by that caf

Where we used to meet

And as I walked by

A cozy scene meets my eye

He's giving his new

love that same ol'

I have to stop

She's pretty, it's true

And it looks like she's trying

real hard to please too

Oh, it's tempting to think

I should step in for her

I could tell her

just what he'll do

Someday he'll break your heart

Just the way he broke mine

I know that's assured

You're awake.

Who the f*ck are you?

You left your wallet and keys

at the bar I work at.

You know,

after you got your ass kicked.

Catch.

Get the f*ck out.

Ah, not a morning person?

No.

How about I get dressed first?

If you're gonna tell a story,

it's best to tell it

straight and true.

But what if the truth

ain't straight?

This here's the story

of two sisters torn apart.

The question is:
By what?

Fate?

God?

Me?

Maybe.

I found him last night

outside the bar I work at.

Out here all alone

It's time for thinkin'

And dreamin' about

being gone

I call this song my own

I sing it for myself

Just a song before I go

And I remember

How many times we got

to keep doing this, Wayne?

Always trying to make me look

bad in front of my people.

Hey!

- Get off him!

- Step off, bitch!

Hey, man, you all right?

Want me to call the cops?

Tell me what you want me to do.

Learn how to mind

your own fucking business.

Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah-ah, oh

Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah-ah, oh

The story

really starts when I was 15...

and my mama got cancer.

One day we're all sittin'

around her hospital bed...

while they drained her blood out

like a bunch of mosquitoes.

Next it's just me and my sister...

figuring out the

world for ourselves.

Once upon a time, we could hide our

pain by slipping into a costume.

Liz, a princess,

and me, Wonder Girl.

But after Mama died,

things got complicated.

I could get high a dozen times

and stop whenever I wanted,

but for Liz,

it wasn't like that.

There's people you miss

when they're gone.

Then there's the people

that's so tangled up with you...

that losing them means cutting off a piece

of your own flesh right along with them.

You cut off

that much of yourself,

it's bound to leave

some scars.

Get in.

Thanks... for bringing

my shit back.

Not much I can really do with

six bucks and a military I.D.

See you around.

I'm Charlotte, by the way.

Come on, Shirley.

Ah, Jesus.

Hey!

I need a favor.

Hey!

I need to borrow your car.

No.

But, uh, that's what friends do.

They borrow things.

Oh, you have a friend now, huh?

- When did that happen?

- When I needed a car.

Get out.

Well, how about a ride?

Look, um,

my mom's not doing so good.

I need to go get my sister,

bring her home.

I'll pay you.

$200.

Everything I got.

Let's go.

Where we going?

Up Sugar Mountain.

After this, you can stop

coming around, okay?

Yeah.

Runnin' from the devil

'Cause running's all I know

Ran so far, I got lost

And so I ran some more

Jesus rides ahead of me

But the devil's

gainin' ground

So I'm runnin'

Yes, I'm runnin'

When you're alone in this world,

you learn

to find help anywhere,

any way you can,

including bending the truth

about your own dead mama.

Yes, I'm runnin'

The trick is to find someone who might

just be worse off than you are.

They're the ones

who've got nothing to lose.

I haven't seen or heard from Liz

in over a year.

Then a letter came in the mail.

She wrote that she missed me,

that she was sober and living at

a church up on Sugar Mountain.

Needed me to come get her

right away.

Why?

She didn't say.

Just that she was scared

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