Ghosts of Us
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I am haunted by our past selves

Ghosts of Us

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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