Everywhere I go, I smell her perfume,
A whiff of her, a shadow of her,
In the rain-soaked streets, the cafes that are packed,
I catch a scent, a taste, a flashback.
A passing car, a stranger's cologne,
It's like she's everywhere I've been,
Always haunting, always near,
I can't escape her, can't let her go,
Like a ghost that's never gone,
The smell of her lingers on and on,
A reminder of what was and what went wrong,
A phantom that follows me like a song.
I see her face in the mirror,
Feel her in the air I breathe,
Haunting me with a love that's never clearer,
A love that's lost, that I can't appease.