| They say it’s hard to comprehend
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| The feeling creeping deep beneath the skin
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| And now, I’m left with nothing but the memories of you inside of my head
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| I feel it suffocating me again
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| I’ve been sticks and stones to grey skin
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| Planted pale and cold
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| But never growing again
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| We’re never growing again
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| Now, there’s a ghost in what we could’ve been
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| And I remember you
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| I remember you
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| I’m falling through, sleepless hallucination
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| I remain awake, so don’t you say
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| That it’s my imagination
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| If I should choose to stay
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| Will you remain my favorite hallucination?
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| When we all just fade like rain and snow, will we keep away?
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| When we all just fade like rain and snow, do we separate?
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| I filled this grave with regret
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| So there is room for you
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| No place for me
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| No place for me
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| I remember you
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| I’m falling through, sleepless hallucination
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| I remain awake so don’t you say
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| That it’s my imagination
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| Never letting go of the memory
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| If I should choose to stay
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| Will you remain my favorite hallucination?
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| My hallucination!
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| I will force my hands to open my eyes and stare endlessly
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| Our lives were painted on the back of our eyelids!
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| Open up and see
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| I remember you
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| I’m falling through, sleepless hallucination
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| I remain awake so don’t you say
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| That it’s my imagination
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| Never letting go of the memory
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| (Of the memory, of the memory)
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| If I should choose to stay
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| Will you remain my favorite hallucination? |