I'm slowly embracing The concept of you as a ghost Hauting my kitchen A phantom A spector A fantastic cloud Such pedestrian dreams What sexless visions Of triumph and phonecalls And email Send me a kite With a paper note Flown up the string
Leaving the house Has started to feel like A fourth graders christmas eve Killing time at the thrift store Returning on fire to Tear through the caller ID But my houdini lover You've escaped and vanished The bermuda triangle Sunk to Atlantis I'm slowly embracing The concept of you As it never was And never will But maybe
I don't know if I'm waiting I don't know if I'm waiting anymore Or if it's over It's probably over I don't know if I'm waiting I don't know if I'm waiting anymore Or if it's over It's probably over
I don't know if I'm waiting I don't know if i'm waiting anymore Or if it's over It's probably over I don't know if I'm waiting I don't know if I'm waiting anymore Or if it's over It seems like it's over
