Im haunted by a false reality A victim of my own conspiracy My mind fills the vacuum when the details are left out My senses give you the benefit of any doubt
I sometimes hear your voice ring from afar And smell your sweet perfume trapped in my car When Im waking up I feel your arm across my chest But since we went our own separate ways My bed has kept no guest
You are the stranger on the street But were familiar as best friends One glimpse of you on the crowded sidewalk And my heart is obsolete At a distance I see your face In the stranger on the street Dont keep me at a distance
I wonder how you are all through my day Chronic nostalgia pulls me away I want to be whole again I know its up to me But Im reluctant to cross the bridge From love to apathy.