I’ve broke in one too many times,
Shattered the glass and cracked the tiles,
Just to rewind, pause, play and smile
At the moments that I wanted to live twice.

To feel the lost caress on my forehead,
To live with the ones who are now dead,
To grab hold of a slow-drifting hand,
And pull it to the greener side of the land.

My sleep gives these ripples through dreams,
That’s when I pray for the alarm not to scream,
That’s when I don’t want the visions to last;
I’m a burglar breaking into my own past.

I must know that I can’t change things,
Reverse the outcomes, feelings and endings,
That it’s just a familiar movie with a familiar cast;
I’m just a burglar breaking into my own past.