Now I'm thinking —
it was a mistake
to call you the other day
You didn't answer your phone
'cause your old number
doesn't exist anymore
I lost the last line
to your heart
I'm holding on
to the silky web string
of my random thoughts
Our songs still stir
dreams of the past
and open wounds
that will never heal
I yearn to touch your face
while you hold me close
looking into my blue eyes
But you are nothing
but a ghost
living in the dusty hallways of my mind
Now I'm thinking —
I'm playing a loser's game
slave to the whims
of my melancholic heart
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