haunt from love stories by Tim Birchard

If the sun should decide
That it's time to go and hide
And you bury your head in the pillow

Suddenly the dreaming stalls
As you're passing through the walls
And your temperature falls to the other side

Late last night I saw you
Late last night I saw you
behind closed eyes

I wish I didn't want you
the way that I do
I wish you didn't haunt me
the way that you do

I wish you were just a little less on my mind

If the moon you so adore
Refuse to bathe your bedroom floor
The hunger scratching at your door again

And even though the snow is gone
You lie alone, you're moving on
Try to ignore the desire burning

Late last night I saw you
Late last night I saw you
behind closed eyes

I wish I didn't want you
the way that I do
I wish you didn't haunt me
the way that you do

I wish you weren't so sexy and so kind
I wish you were just a little less on my mind

I wish you'd quit attacking from behind
I wish you were just a little less on my mind

I wish you were just a little less on my mind

I wish I didn't want you
the way that I do
I wish you didn't haunt me
the way that you do

I wish I didn't want you
the way that I do
I wish you didn't haunt me

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