She was more a figment than a remnant
the dark shadow at the edge of the bed
With each passing day it was apparent
insecurity found company inside my head
the dark shadow at the edge of the bed
a shape formed out of forgotten wants
the girl found company inside my head
Whispering softly her nocturnal taunts
Shapes forming out of forgotten wants
Impulses that should have long been dead
Whispering softly her nocturnal taunts
Insomnia  for the sins I committed
Impulses that should have long been dead
With each passing day its apparent
retribution for the sins I've committed
She stays more a figment than a remnant