We said goodbye. Tried her hand at magic.
But we couldn't make us disappear.
Not a day goes by I don't wish I had you.
So in a way, I'm glad you're still here.
It's a bitter sweet victory.
Lovin' the ghost in front of me.
What do I gotta do?
What do I gotta do to keep you?
What do I gotta do to keep you from doing this to me?
I wrote a couple of notes.
One in love, one in anger.
They're lying there dying in the dresser drawer.
Lived louder than my voice.
Struggled through a stranger.
He loved me until I loved you even more.
It's a bitter sweet victory.
knowing someone else wanted me.
You get used to the pain, and numb to the sting
Till you can't feel anything.
You tried to explain
but I couldn't hear it.
As if your words were my tears.
Flowing freely, warm and quiet.
From the edges of my eyes and my ears.
Then all that disappears.
What do I gotta do?
What do I gotta do to keep you?
What do I gotta do to keep you from doing this to me?