Cry for me, I feel your tears on my face.

God, to touch thin air and still feel the presence of someone there. 

The lingering scent of success and the unfortunate fall of despair.

 Post show depression and the tickets in my hand for the next drunk affair.

 Seattle to Vancouver, college towns we picked with care. 

All of my secrets have been spilled for you to see, baby I'll let you haunt me, baby why is the world so unfair?

 I feel you from miles away, I'll see you next summer. I swear.