Where have I landed I don't quite remember
I feel to pieces one night in December
Pictures in boxes remind me of something
I miss the days when our fingers were touching
 [bad word] 
The memories of losing you
You're like a ghost
Tracing where I said to you
I wish you would listen to get through it

Verse 2
All my decisions were just second guesses
Looking for love like a bride looks for dresses
Every mistake turned to some sort of yearning
heart that was hollow has filled up with meaning