I've lost so many things, my dear,
My head, my heart, my soul
I've lost my present, my future, and all times of old.
I've lost so many things to you,
My dignity, my patience, my love,
You took my time, my passion, and just a single glove.
I lost 3 pairs of socks to you, a toothbrush, and some more
I've left at least 2 pairs of pants on your bedroom floor.
You took my favorite sweatshirt and my favorite song,
You've even stolen my sleep, keeping me up all night long.
I've lost so many things to you,
My blood, my pride, the color blue.
You've taken so many things from me,
The sun, the moon, the sea.
You've taken so many things,
My dear, why won't you take me?

Nightmares become reality.
The monsters leave your closet,
Crawl out and join you in your bed.
And once you let them in, dear,
They'll infest your head.
Nightmares become reality,
You believe them 'til they're true
And before you even notice, dear,
They've engulfed you.
Nightmares become reality,
As real as you and I.
They manifest themselves in front of you
And, dear, they break your heart.
Nightmares become reality so, please, have very few.

"I'm sorry, I forgot again",
My heart says to my brain.
"I'm sorry I forgot again,
I didn't mean to cause you pain".
"I'm sorry I forgot
I've never learned the ways of thought.
I'm sorry I forgot,
He's always been my soft spot".

I've never felt such freedom
As walking barefoot down the lane
Letting my lungs fill with lightning
And my heart the smell of rain
My footsteps echo with the thunder
My hands tangle with the sky
Yes I know the storm is coming
And my dear it is I

I do believe in ghosts,
And how they linger on street corners.
How they leave invisible kisses
On the cheeks of their mourners.
I do believe in ghosts,
Even ones who aren't dead,
Who are just ethereal memories
Playing tricks with your heads.
I do believe in ghosts
Who aim to help and hurt.
Hopefully I'll be one too,
When I am buried in the dirt.

Rotten milk spills,
Covering the floor,
The stench stays for weeks,
Til you can't stand it anymore.
Rotten milk spills,
It rolls out in chunks.
It makes your stomach curdle,
As it did weeks ago.
Even when you've cleaned it
The memory remains.
Rotten milk spills, my dear,
And there's nothing you can do.

"I didn't mean to break it" he said,
Holding my heart in his hands.
"I didn't mean to break it
I swear it wasn't my plan".
He held my mangled heart out,
Unsure of what to do.
"I didn't mean to break it,
But I don't have any glue".
I watched him let the pieces drop
And bounce around the floor.
"I didn't mean to break it,
But I don't love you anymore".