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