I'm haunted by a false reality A victim of my own conspiracy My mind fills the vacuum when the details are left out My senses give you the benefit of any doubt I sometimes hear your voice ring from afar And smell your sweet perfume trapped in my car When I'm waking up I feel your arm across my chest But since we went our own separate ways My bed has kept no guest You are the stranger on the street But we're familiar as best friends One glimpse of you on the crowded sidewalk And my heart is obsolete At a distance I see your face In the stranger on the street Don't keep me at a distance I wonder how you are all through my day Chronic nostalgia pulls me away I want to be whole again I know it's up to me But I'm reluctant to cross the bridge From love to apathy