If I start this rant to myself I know my blood will boil, my work'll seem pointless. You'll seem smug, even though you're somewhere else. I hate your ghost, that part of you is dead It's just inside my head. My mind refuses to let go. Dragging up the past is a dangerous game. Forever second guessing set plays. I still don't know which one to blame. When we met, your eyes were like the sunrise When you left, I just watched you like the sunset Now the days are what they never would have been Now the days are what they never would have been Now the days are what they never And you may have sent me on my way But I won't come crawling back again