I cannot sleep tonight, my love
I cannot sleep tonight, my love I am haunted by the ghosts of us
The Us that were strangers
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other The ones who first said "I love you" on the phone that cold, cold night
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other The ones who first said "I love you" on the phone that cold, cold night The ones who cried,
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other The ones who first said "I love you" on the phone that cold, cold night The ones who cried, laughed,
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other The ones who first said "I love you" on the phone that cold, cold night The ones who cried, laughed, yelled,
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other The ones who first said "I love you" on the phone that cold, cold night The ones who cried, laughed, yelled, whispered,
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other The ones who first said "I love you" on the phone that cold, cold night The ones who cried, laughed, yelled, whispered, begged,
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other The ones who first said "I love you" on the phone that cold, cold night The ones who cried, laughed, yelled, whispered, begged, sang,
The Us that were strangers The ones who tasted the first drop of feelings for each other The ones who first said "I love you" on the phone that cold, cold night The ones who cried, laughed, yelled, whispered, begged, sang, talked for hours
The versions of Us from the past form a fog
The versions of Us from the past form a fog In which I am drowning
The versions of Us from the past form a fog In which I am drowning Choking on our past words
They sting my eyes
They sting my eyes Invade my thoughts, my dreams and create new ghosts
They sting my eyes Invade my thoughts, my dreams and create new ghosts Ghosts of things that haven't happened, but could.
They sting my eyes Invade my thoughts, my dreams and create new ghosts Ghosts of things that haven't happened, but could. Horrible things.
They sting my eyes Invade my thoughts, my dreams and create new ghosts Ghosts of things that haven't happened, but could. Horrible things. Wonderful things.
But I do not know which is worse: Horrible possibilites that have not happened yet. Or wonderful possibilities that may never happen yet I am teased with the mirage of them.
My love,
My love, I am haunted by our ghosts
My love, I am haunted by our ghosts Please do not leave me alone with them
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