fix me (your springtime coffee 08)

I don't know how to fix myself.

I walk and feel the stone cold air,
Penetrates through my skin,
Extreme is all I can feel,
Its all I can really feel,

I could walk right across this highway,
Like a ghost of myself,
A distant memory,
A ghost of how we were everything,

I look in your face and I am sometimes so lost without you,
I look in your face and you are not there,
I look in your face and I am sometimes so lost without you,
I look in to the ghost of your memory,

I lay on the hardwood floor and I heave,
I lay on the hardwood floor and I cry,