I’m sitting here looking over at the seats we sat at

Looking over to the ghosts of our past dancing around the table

I see them smiling and laughing

They’re mocking me with the things i don’t have

The things that I long for

It’s a haunting sight I can’t look away from

Wishing I could go back to a a world where we were all together laughing in that booth

No matter how hard I try

They won’t stop haunting me in my everyday life

Everywhere I go

We live in a land where the footprints of our ghosts linger