Most days have faded hues of ghosts
Perhaps the only things that are real to me anymore
Ideas and fantasies about someone who is gone
A note in the score playing softly in the background

New ambitions arise
Sure, I'll pursue them
However halfheartedly
At least it is something

Trying my best to smile
Thoughts of ending my life persist
Sure, everything is looking up
But what good is it if it's not enough

We played house for a while
Put the structure in place
But we never really got to that point
All that there is is something worth remembering
Hoping not to make that mistake again
© Sonnerr