I'm not one to talk about the things I need
Blast the dead, I'm in my head again
I cannot seem to find the things I need
Through the doors, empty floors and nothing
And I don't wanna talk at all
Been through this one
And I don't even hear you call
How I miss you
I still dream about the times when you were here
When things were good just like they should have been
I recall nothing at all I'm lost and dazed, waking up
These dreams are nothing
And I don't wanna talk at all
Been through this one
And I don't even hear you call
How I miss you
