Too early in the morning
the ghosts fly fast and hard
Emptiness in the headlights
the hollow sigh of the heart.

So much for letting go, dear,
Memory has an iron fist
their steel cased lips have ****** me dry
Down the lane's no easy trip.

Guilt and ache come one and all
I fall silent but the radio's loud
I couldn't have it another way
one's enough, and two's a crowd.

So much for letting go, dear,
It seems I'm too far gone.