How do you Fight a Ghost?

It's hard that we can't be together,
and it's my guess is that we never will.
You're a captive who is stuck back in high school, a captive who is stuck with her still.

Do you know how it feels to be told in the ear, that as we were kissing you wished she was here?
That in the back of your mind you thought me to be her, bringing you back to the way things once were.

But you can't have her sweetie, she's no longer alive, you told me in tears she was taking a drive.
A drive that would end in her leaving this place, and you never being able to look at her face.

She had been your first love for three years or more, the first girl that you would care for and adore.
But what we have together is special to me, our friendship is more now you'd be blind not to see.

As I lay next to you, I long for and miss, the touch of your hand and the taste of your kiss.
But the last time that happened it ended in you, telling me sadly but telling me true,

that as your lips touched gently to mine, it brought that familiar tinge back down your spine.
A feeling that she was the first to uncover, the feeling you got from your first real true lover.