he walked down a bussy street, staring solely at his feet//

clutching pictures of past lovers at
his side.

stood at his table where she sat,
and removed his hat
in respect of her presence.

presents her with the pictures and says,
'these are just ghosts that broke my
heart before I met you.
'these are just ghosts that broke my
heart before I met you.'

opened up his little heart,
unlocked the lock that kept it dark
and read a written warning saying
'I'm still mourning,
over ghosts, over ghosts, over ghosts
over ghosts that broke my heart
before I met you.'

lover please,
do not fall to you knees,
it's not like I belive in,
ever-lasting love.

so he went crazy at nineteen,
said he'd lost all his self-esteem
and couldn't understand why he
was cry, cry, crying, crying.

he would stare at empty chairs
think of the ghosts that once sat there:
the ghosts that broke his heart,
oh the ghosts that broke my heart,
the ghosts that broke his heart,
oh the ghosts that broke my heart.

the ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts,
the ghosts that broke my heart
before I met you.

lover please,
do not fall to you knees,
it's not like I belive in,
ever-lasting love.

he says 'I'm so lost,
not at all well.'

do as done after there was nothing left to be
well, turned out I'd been following him
and he'd been following me.
do as done after it was over
we were just two lovers crying on
each other's shoulder