just like a phantom, you always disappear.
i'm tired of loving a ghost,
a ghost i can see and a ghost i can hear.
i'm tired of living a hoax.
and don't bother asking if i might need anything.
and don't ever say you've been worried about me
'cause i know these concerns don't mean anything to you.
it's hard to even say if they are real.
and i have been torn in two.
no one knows what i'm going through.
i hope that the therapy's helping me.
or that's what i tell myself, though it's hard to believe.
i smell perfume when you walk in the room
and i feel you touching my head.
i hear you close the door as you depart
and i know you've never been here.
and the pictures of us have become pictures of me
with some misty figure impossible to see.
a tragic tale worthy of henry james.
and i have been torn in two.
no one knows what i'm going through.
i hope that the therapy's helping me.
or that's what i tell myself, though it's hard to believe.