it may not be happy but it s still a song of love years have passed by but still it s not enough what horror desire i ve spent my whole life feeling exposed closure s hard to talk about when it s something you don t know and what do i know i m just a ghost of a dead lover from a past summer what do i know i m just a ghost in love with someone who never was who s in love with someone who doesn t exist who s in love with an idea with a myth here is memory s graveyard do you pay respects to your dead or do you let them lie there alone buried deep in your head oh god please make me see that our time together wasn t just a dream dear god please make me believe that there s meaning in our lives tiny tragedies but what do i know i m just a ghost of a girl who thought she understood the world the great mistake of youth confusing feeling for truth and though you cannot separate the two i admit that i m in love with something that doesn t exist i m in love with the ideal of fiction