I spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams
While I slept you kept running yourself through my head,
Like, "I won't be dead yet" I said, "You don't understand
We had no control They stole it; love's been so unfair to me"
"But see, boy, that's my point You must move on"
Then felt her ghost move in me
I heard her voice call out my name but this time it faded out - away
"I'll bury it today"
So I breathed her name out into a cold, cold room,
Watched her ghost ascend the walls and then dissolve,
"This time I choose to let her go
I will not let my fear become the only world I've ever known
I know my heart, kiss my mouth, set me free - I've wounds to mend
And we'll be more than friends, my dear;
I fear I've changed my mind again"
"But boy, you're too late Oh, God, it's too late"