connection between the living and the departed
Could this be my imagination?
Flickering lights seem to say otherwise
Is this how I will always remember you?
You should have been treated better
I don’t blame you though, get me right
You seemed to prefer the bad ones
Claimed I was nice, so friend I would be
It hurts, better I would have treated you
All I see are these lights, tormenting me
They seem to understand me better
Is that you? You get me don’t you?
The flickering lights seem to
You crossed over just for me?
Please make me grasp, what my departed says
They take shape, my wounded heart shutters.
The shapes solidify into a simply sentence,
You are the best I never had.