I'm not one to talk about the things I need Blast the dead, I'm in my head again I cannot seem to find the things I need Through the doors, empty floors and nothing And I don't wanna talk at all Been through this one And I don't even hear you call How I miss you I still dream about the times when you were here When things were good just like they should have been I recall nothing at all I'm lost and dazed, waking up These dreams are nothing And I don't wanna talk at all Been through this one And I don't even hear you call How I miss you