I Found Your Hair on the Pillowcase

I found your hair on the pillowcase, it reminds me of the past
And your snacks that remain are a token of your generosity
You made my mind wander across a garden of whimsical bliss
But the imprint of a ghost allows the daydreams to crumble away

And crash and burn
And crashing down
And crash and burn
I'm going down

You left me so distracted, I thought I lost myself.

I found your text about past feelings and how you like to bake
A cake the shape of a lamb, you said we could do that together
My hopes rose up like a sunrise on a balmy summer morning
But these foolish sanguine beliefs was in reality a sunset that goes down

That goes down, that goes down
That never comes up, that goes down
That goes down, that goes down
Oh, I'm going down

You left me so distracted, I thought I lost myself

I found your hair on the pillowcase, it reminds me of the past
That I'm trying to forget but then remember, because of all the sweet times we shared together
My fantasies are a small comfort to escape, but I'm trying real hard to leave this dreamscape
Broken promise leads to no potential, it's essential to move on, this market's exponential, no time to be sentimental