Haunting

I am the cold under your door in winter
I am the last ring of your telephone
Before you pick it up to hear the dialing tone
I am the name you lose when someone greets you
I am the missing string on your guitar
I bet you always knew you’d never get that far

Before you find something isn’t right
Something has to change, and only you can

I’m that misplaced, essential scrap of paper
I am the brand new lightbulb that just blew
Just when you thought you’d found that piece of paper, too…
I am the layer of ice across your windshield
I am the keys you left inside your door
Have you worked it out, what you’ve been looking for?

Will you find something isn’t right
Something has to give, and only you can

Is the memory of me haunting you
Haunting you?
Is the memory of me haunting you
Haunting you? 

You are the noise that wakes me in the morning
You are the kiss I dreamed about last night
Before it all dispersed into the new daylight
You are that certain word that just eludes me
You are my pen that’s running out of ink
While I try in vain to phrase the things I think

But I feel something isn’t real
Doesn’t quite ring true, I’m waiting on you

Is the memory of me haunting you
Haunting you?
Is the memory of me haunting you
Haunting you?
It’s the memory of you
Haunting me, haunting me
It’s the memory of you
Haunting me, haunting me 

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