There’s a guilt associated with you,
A lingering sunset before darkness,
A winter breeze at the end of fall,
I don’t know how I feel about you.

Now I’ve kissed other people
Laid in their beds and hated their guts,
Watched as I grew farther from their touch,
Nothing seemed certain.
Not nearly as much as you.

If I were a smarter person, I’d have let you go,
You haunt my dreams these nights,
Bringing about a chorus of doubt,
Maybe I never should have said goodbye.