I've dreamt of you every night
Sleeping while you twist the knife
I close my eyes and I see my life
But you're there
A quiet house, a hand in the snow
A love that I will never know
Two lost souls who were lost no more
Now I'm gone
I'm too tired to ball my fist
I have never been hurt like this
There's no rage, it's a sobering ache
For what was
No amount of hopes and prayers
Can bring me back to your front porch stairs
Winter nights, a secret fight
And I lost
