I never held much hope that this would last.   Now you're the ghost of one more Christmas past.   And it feels like a lifetime,   but it's all been in my mind since June.   When your first shot broke   across the bow of my boat   and sunk me down into the blue.      Though I try every day,   I just can't escape   thinking of you.   As I lie here awake,   it's all I can take   of thinking of you.      I can't say how this time is not the same   as every other what-was-her-name?   But this must be how dying   a thousand times over would feel.   And as you pull the trigger,   all I hear is a whisper,   some sordid apology.      Though I try every day,   I just can't escape   thinking of you.   As I lie here awake,   it's all I can take   of thinking of you.