Closure - Painted Zeros

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