Feels like I'm thousand feet beneath the sea lately;
'cause loneliness is killing me, baby.
The dim light is fading away —
struggling to breathe while approaching your abyss.
I know, you know —
after you hang up the phone,
the coffee shop we set in Malibu;
are now just a meaningless rendezvous.
I remember the sparkles in your eyes —
when you told me your last goodbyes.
So, before you turn my heart into a ghost town,
say my name again one last time.
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