I can almost hear your voice in the morning 

Softly, whispering my name 

And I can almost taste the sweetest of your kisses 

And I can feel you touching me again 

Oh, I'm getting so good at playing make believe 

I can almost talk to your memory 

Oh, I can almost smell a trace of your perfume 

The one you always wore just for me 

We're together; we're together in our room 

Yes everything is like, just like it use to be 

And I'm getting so good at playing make believe 

That I can almost talk to your memory 

Oh I know, I been clinging (I been clinging to) to some old memories 

Yeah but I don't care (I don't care) 

Because they are bring, bring you back to me 

And I love my memories 

I can almost pretend our love ever ended 

And that someday you'll be coming back to me 

And Oh I'm getting so good, oh baby, at playing make believe 

That I can almost talk to your memory 

Oh I'm getting oh so good at playing make believe 

That I can almost talk to your memory 

To your memory