I'm slowly embracing
The concept of you as a ghost
Hauting my kitchen
A phantom
A spector
A fantastic cloud
Such pedestrian dreams
What sexless visions
Of triumph and phonecalls
And email
Send me a kite
With a paper note
Flown up the string
Leaving the house
Has started to feel like
A fourth graders christmas eve
Killing time at the thrift store
Returning on fire to
Tear through the caller ID
But my houdini lover
You've escaped and vanished
The bermuda triangle
Sunk to Atlantis
I'm slowly embracing
The concept of you
As it never was
And never will
But maybe
I don't know if I'm waiting
I don't know if I'm waiting anymore
Or if it's over
It's probably over
I don't know if I'm waiting
I don't know if I'm waiting anymore
Or if it's over
It's probably over
I don't know if I'm waiting
I don't know if i'm waiting anymore
Or if it's over
It's probably over
I don't know if I'm waiting
I don't know if I'm waiting anymore
Or if it's over
It seems like it's over