You were out of my bed,
Away from my life.
But here you are,
Stuck in my head.
Roaming in dreams,
Stuck in reflections
Dangling by a thread.
You're still in my wallet.
Burning a hole,
To the back of my head.
A ghost in the closet,
Following me around,
A weight in my pocket.
Imagining, that we still think alike.
Do I still follow you?
I wanna have hope to reunite.
I don't wanna acknowledge you.
Hopefully tonight, I'll finally say,
Goodbye
