When you were living with illusion of someone you wanted that person to be ("get so used to loving what's not real", "you can't breathe life back into a lie", "are you letting go?"), but she/he turned out to be different. That moment when you're parting, you left with nothing ("there's nothing left for you to lose") and though you're beginning to realize you were living lies ("thinking clearer now that it's over", "you, me, and the ghost"), you still miss that feeling you had ("but something lingers on / a place I used to call / home", "looking for the one we lost").
When you were living with illusion of someone you wanted that person to be ("get so used to loving what's not real", "you can't breathe life back into a lie", "are you letting go?"), but she/he turned out to be different. That moment when you're parting, you left with nothing ("there's nothing left for you to lose") and though you're beginning to realize you were living lies ("thinking clearer now that it's over", "you, me, and the ghost"), you still miss that feeling you had ("but something lingers on / a place I used to call / home", "looking for the one we lost").