I'm haunted by a false reality
A victim of my own conspiracy
My mind fills the vacuum when the details are left out
My senses give you the benefit of any doubt
I sometimes hear your voice ring from afar
And smell your sweet perfume trapped in my car
When I'm waking up I feel your arm across my chest
But since we went our own separate ways
My bed has kept no guest
You are the stranger on the street
But we're familiar as best friends
One glimpse of you on the crowded sidewalk
And my heart is obsolete
At a distance I see your face
In the stranger on the street
Don't keep me at a distance
I wonder how you are all through my day
Chronic nostalgia pulls me away
I want to be whole again
I know it's up to me
But I'm reluctant to cross the bridge
From love to apathy