Hazy days I think of you,
still can't believe that we are through.
Maddness settles in my mind,
tears won't happen, not this time.
It ain't like we ain't been here before,
breakin' up, makin' up, screamin' on the phone.
Still so sick of being blue, how can I get over you?

Dreams fight real life,
Who will be my fantasy? Oh tell me...
Love me, tell me, it's gonna be alright.
Love me, tell me, it's gonna be alright.

Broken glass it tells the tale
Anger reaching points till we're unaware.
Soft lips kiss the pain away,
so much better to feel this way...
sending chills all down my spine,
filling me up like smooth red wine.
Take me there just one more time,
make me forget your not mine...

Dreams fight real life,
Who will be my fantasy? Oh tell me...
Love me, tell me, it's gonna be alright.
Love me, tell me, it's gonna be alright.