"Haunting, Haunted, Haunts" lyrics

"Haunting, Haunted, Haunts"

Tonight I can't sleep because I'm haunted
So I'm breaking spells of intention
All I can see is a space in between
The space where you're missing

I once was drunk on you
So very stoned, fully compelled
Now I'm not sure you ever were
I once was drunk on you
So very stoned, fully compelled
So guided, bound and willed
When the bar dried up, you were already gone

Rooms that I once lived in and rooms that I've since left
There was another life that I might have had
I know the feeling well of longing for something that's lost
I feel you like a phantom limb

I once was drunk on you
So very stoned, fully compelled
Now I'm not sure you ever were
I once was drunk on you
So very stoned, fully compelled
So guided, bound and willed
When I sobered up, you were already gone

Oh shit, oh no
What happens now?

If this wine hasn't turned to vinegar, there's enough to pour a drink
But just one drink won't be enough to put myself to sleep

I once was drunk on you
So very stoned, fully compelled
Now I'm not sure you ever were
I once was drunk on you
So very stoned, fully compelled
So guided, bound and willed
When the bar dried up
When I sobered up
You were already gone
I'm shit out of luck


Thanks to Vincent, Luka for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Adam David Willard, Thomas James Gabel, Inge Rolf Johansson, James Robert Bowman
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