The ghosts in my room

We're talking again, sometimes you sleep in my bed.
She's no longer out there waiting, my time spent anticipating the things I might regret from before.

I'm still so sure, but is there something I am missing when her ghost still haunts my dreams.

I took everything from you, the same way I gave it to you before.
And it felt so good briefly until the sun started weeping and I dreamt of being in your arms once more.

He's so fucking patient and well I'm sorry to say this but he will never mean a thing to me.

I'm still so sure, but is there something I am missing when her ghost still haunts my dreams.
Did she know that her time was fleeting?
Did she hear it on the breeze?
She still watches over me when I sleep.