Do you see me in your spaces?
Like I saw you before I went away
Is there any real way to erase it?
Pack up the pieces of a girl gone astray
And will the memory away
Do I haunt your attic?
Do you feel my in the walls
As I slip through your thoughts
Within the plaster I remain static
Can you hear me through
Possessions of you
I'm haunted by
My past obsessions with you
I'm in every stitch of cotton
No matter how many times you wash
You may think that you've forgotten
There's no discarding a soul that's so lost
And I'm stuck inside your glove box
I'm in every strand of grass we laid on
And as new heat floods in past noon
Familiar warmth apparates my shape in that room
Do I haunt your attic?
Do you feel my in the walls
As I slip through your thoughts
Within the plaster I remain static
Can you hear me through
Possessions of you
I'm haunted by
My past obsessions with you
The grief of a love that's still alive
I wouldn't have to haunt you if you were brave enough to look in my eyes