like some kind of ghost

can you take whats left?
stringing out these final breaths

yeah it gets cold
and too late when we're too old

but eyes are bright
when we're feeling bold

saying i love you
only to be put on hold

didnt you get what you wanted?
tallying names of the haunted

as if you could remember
when memories freeze in december

but these i cant forget
like sharing every secret

just so i can hear it
in broken whispers

so what do you mean
do i regret it?

when im reminded everyday
just how stupid

loving someone is
and being broken

when you thought it couldnt happen again
but we give in

we create cycles
when we bend

an we shatter trust
for others to mend

and im still wondering when
this is going to end

when you wont tell me you love me
because im too young again

once you got what you wanted
yeah you win.