i used to make a list of the things i wanted to tell you the next time we talk

but we never did.

so i never had the chance to tell you about

the new greek friends i made
so i could learn some love words to say to you

the new songs i found
that i think you would like and play them on your guitar

the new movies i watched
while imagining two of us as the couples in there

the new playlists i made
where you would see how many songs remind me of you

the new countries i visited
thinking of us dancing on the streets just like we always dreamed

the new poems i wrote
that i hoped you would turn them into songs and sing to me

the new clothes i've bought,
the new recipes i've tried,
the new books i've read.

the new people i've met,
the new memories i've had,
the new person i've become.

so i never had the chance the tell you about
all the things i've done since you left me behind

and i guess i will never have the chance the tell you about
how much i miss talking to you and having you in my life.

but still
despite everything and everyone
something inside of me
-most probably my foolish heart-
believes that sooner or later
we will no longer be apart
from each other

i wonder if your eyes seek for my glance
when you sing her the song you wrote for me
about how you were the last person alive
in a world where everyone died of fake love

i wonder if your eyes look for a place to escape
when you sing her the song you wrote for me
and lie about how it was written for her actually
deep down knowing that you only loved me truly

every night
i close my eyes
hoping to see a dream
of me finding my true love

every morning
i open my eyes
sobbing still to a dream
of you finding your true love

i am afraid that
i will live my life
feeling like a half
searching for you
all around

only to find out
you can never be replaced
by anyone on this planet
no matter how i wound
you will always have a place
in my broken heart…

ne zaman yunanca bir ezgi dolansa kulaklarımda
aklım utanmadan sana gider
çok üzgünüm sevgilim
seni tanımadan geçirdiğim yıllara
ama daha çok üzgünüm
seni bulacağımı sanarak boşa harcadığım zamanlara
dudaktan dudağa
kucaktan kucağa
dolanarak
senin izini aradığıma
çok pişmanım sevgilim
seni tanımadan geçirdiğim yıllara
ama daha çok pişmanım
aşktan gözümün kör olup
beni böyle sokaklarda
seni aramaya muhtaç bırakacağına
farkında olmadığıma

you always treat me like i am a ghost. every time we talk, you freak out and run away to other arms knowing that no matter how far you go, my ghost will haunt you forever

whenever you sing Cornerstone to her in despair of you can’t call her my name

whenever you lay down with her on your bed that you have a dream of me every day

whenever you remember the only reason you chose her is just because she was the most alike to me

maybe she is close enough to hold you in her arms. but tell me darling, is she close enough to be my ghost?