Christmas feels like Halloween
Christmas feels like halloween
Im haunted
The air is dusty, the room is musty
In your absence, everything’s tense
Nothing makes sense
Are you coming back?
Am I in denial, or just incredibly dense?
There’s a shiver, dust in the air
Am I dumb? Yes
But have things been damaged beyond repair?
I stubbornly stay stuck in a place
Not wanting to break free
Not wanting to leave the space
Where you used to be
Allowing you room to come back to me
And make it right
But I know your not coming back
Not after that night
Not after that fight
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