Our songs, like you, haunt me.
Were you real, or a figment of my imagination?
What chance do I have at happiness
you’re not even here
to make love to me till morning.
I was holed up with you for a year
in a nest of love with no escape.
I ran from you again and again
And you’d find me no matter how well I’d hide.
It was a cruel game but we played it well
No one could chase me quite like you baby
No one could fuck me and make me want to stay like you knew how to do
I stopped running and you put a ring on my finger
You kissed my nose the last time I seen you, behind the door where your mother couldnt see
They came to the prison and told me years ago you died
Yet you’re behind me all night long
Sometimes I feel your tongue on my lips, your breath on the back of my neck
But not often enough
Death is not nearly close enough
To return to me the 80’s
The sounds we made
The sights we seen
The touch we branded
Now left incomplete