Closure

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