Haunt

Entangled in the telephone wires is something I didn't get
Its your text I never got
The text you never sent
Have you already gone and forgot?

Things have been rough
I've been putting creamer in my coffee
I've been fantasizing nobody no one but you
Can't believe you withdrew
It means nothing to me that we're through

The cigarettes you smoked burned your name inside my memory
I couldn't douse the embers with the tears that I weeped
And lust never sleeps when you haunt every one of my dreams

All that I have left are these polaroids
All that I have left are these polaroids
All I have left are these polaroids
All that I have left are these polaroids
All I have left



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Pettigrew
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