weep not for the memories

What is it about lyrics that haunt you? Why are we such musical creatures - why does it speak to us, move us, enrapt us? And why is it one can be going about their business, and then without warning, in an instance, be flooded with memories?

The human psyche is a fascinating phenomena.

lately i’ve been thinking
lately i’ve been dreaming with you
i’m so resistant to this type of thinking
oh, now it’s shining through
i was alone for the last time
before my night’s vacation with you
alive from the first
now i’m denied by the ghost of you

you take yourself a photograph and laugh at me
please

i know there’s little use in crying
it’s more wide awake and dying then i’m used to
i thought we’d walk these streets together
now i’m hoping that i’ll never have to meet you
step aside from all this anger
and somewhere in between i can feel you
ask me should we try again
i’m thinking no
y’know, it’s not what i believe in
it’s not what i believe in

you take yourself a photograph and laugh at me
please
you make yourself a photograph and laugh at me
please

no i, wanna taste you, love
no i…no i
no i, just wanna taste you, love
- “Ghost”, Howie Day