I just left 'cuz you left me, don't keep calling, just forget me.

Transatlantic lovers. I'm on a one-way street and I kind of wish I could tear down that warning sign and open up traffic flow from you to me. I walk the streets and see you in everything; I see you in the whiskey, I see you in the philosophy section at the library, I see your eyes in the crisp autumn leaves, I see you when I tune in to the radio, but most importantly, I see you in my dreams. That voice, so many miles away, travels through echoes and I will luckily catch the final wave of sound as my head rests here, on my pillow.

Every day I close my eyes, lay my head down on my pillow, and dream about you.