El Fantasma ¿puede usted explicarme qué es el amor?

tabacco skinned me alive
it scathed the pink
became black
and it was a nicotine high
still coherent 
enough to confide with The Ghost
and tell Him my mysteries
of the heart
but He already read my mind
with all the buzz and the lights
i have trouble closing my eyes
so i go on walks and find random benches
and become either 
a gypsy
a saint
a soldier
or no one at all
i like the last because
i wear the black like J.R.
and meditate and lose my mind
love is messy
and the pain is right
mi Dios mi Cristo
El Fantasma ¿puede usted explicarme qué es el amor?