But your voice echoed in my head and with it came the memories that we shared.
At 3 am I knew I was lost bewitching hour and you had already placed your curse a thousand years of sleepless nights haunted by your hallucinated poltergeist.
(he sounds and smells like you)
At 4 am I'll play our song the one you badly sang along.
At 5 am when the sun begins to rise I'll finally be able to shut my eyes.