Same lips red, same eyes blue
same white shirt, couple more tattoos
but it's not you and it's not me.
Tastes so sweet, looks so real
sounds like something that I used to feel
but I can't touch what I see.
We're not who we used to be
we're not who we used to be
we're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.