Is there a chance?A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?A reason to fight?Is there a chance you may change your mind?Or are we ashes and wine?

i can not go through the ocean. i can not drive the streets at night. i can not wake up in the morning without you on my mind. and so your gone and im haunted...

So you’re gone and i’m hauntedAnd i bet you are just fineDid i make it that easy to walkRight in and out of my life

And I’m ill with the thought of your kiss, coffee-laced intoxicating on her lips… shut it out, I’ve got no claim on you now, I’m not allowed to wear you freedom down