Then Again, Maybe You Were Right

I spoke too soon, it seems For you made a home in my dreams While I slept you kept running yourself through my head Like, "I won't be dead yet." I said, "You don't understand. We had no control They stole it; love's been so unfair to me." "But see, boy, that's my point You must move on." Then felt her ghost move in me I heard her voice call out my name but This time it faded out—away "I'll bury it today." Today So I breathed her name out into a cold, cold room Watched her ghost ascend the walls and then dissolve "This time I choose to let it go." "This time I choose to let her go I will not let my fear become the only world I've ever known I know my heart, kiss my mouth, set me free — I've wounds to mend And we'll be more than friends, my dear; I fear I've changed my mind again." "But, boy, you're too late. Oh, God, it's too late."