The Afterlife

I've got ghosts in my sleep and a burning in my brain
Another flashback and I see where we had lain
I remember the tingles up my spine
And how I had thought we were so fine
I've been chasing shadows in my mind
Too much for too long, too fast and too far gone

How was I to convince myself not everything lasts forever?
And that there is a beginning in every ending?
All I know is that my heart would never waver
I'll be waiting for an end to my self-pitying
Till then I'll fight the demons and ghosts of you
Just to feel alive in this sightly world

You wanted a love song and now you've got eight
Tell me what I didn't do that made it too late
Children should never be taught fairy tales
Dreams against reality where dreams will fail
Where in my life have I faltered
Someone should have warned me about this

So now I've showered you with eight love songs
All of which will never get to you in this lifetime
Where is the point in writing when you are all gone
I don't know how or why and I shall never know in this lifetime
Maybe I will in the next
Maybe I will in the next
This is the afterlife of you