it’s been months, but my spirit is still stuck in your mother’s basement.
Rooms and halls that were once filled with joy, to me, now they all just seem vacant.

I can’t escape these restraints that are clamped onto my heart,
You’ve had me in your tangled snare directly from the start.

I cannot lie, I’m less sad than angry,
my heart is seeking love but it’s your ghost I continue to carry.