I Can Get It Back

I see a ghost in a photograph

I feel that wave come up under me

I see myself in that other half

I feel that pain pull me underneath

I see the times that we'll never have

I hear the sighs of content we'd breathe

I feel the smile that I wish I had

But all these moments are projections of the past

'Cause a part of me died and a liveliness was lost when you passed

And a light in me dimmed as a certainty was slipping through my grasp

Now I'm picking up the pieces getting cut open by shards of broken glass

Well how long can this last