Haunt

Entangled in the telephone wires is something I didn't get
It's 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 they 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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