GHOST Lyrics

Late night, close the door

I got Henny bottles fighting my war yea

Hours pass, I'm on the floor

Another shot, Imma waste some more

Cause the memories of you in my room

Caused me impending doom, yeah

I can't stand up, it's too soon

Drowning under these dunes

When you held me in your arms last night

My heart and my mind ignited

Now you're gone, it feels like mid-July

I couldn't reach out, it's frostbite and

Now I'm back in the club (are these eyes all on me)

Rolling the punch (that's what mom taught me)

Can't fall in love (it's too confronting)

Rolling the blunt it's what home taught me

Baby, you ain't never matching my vibe

I feel like a game just to pass your time

I feel like a ghost waiting for your life

I feel like a dog, couldn't see the signs

All these ghosts in my wraith, there's more by the day

But they'll never match your eyes

All these thoughts in my brain

I can't hide away from the feelings for you inside

Time goes on and on and on

But I'm still running back to you

I'm still waiting in my room

With the same old answers to my questions

With the same no response to my mentions

With the same hollowed out expressions

With the same regret of connection

Why the resentment

Did you change on me

Back then you told me you'd stay with me

Is it wrong of me to trust in you

When I know tomorrow you'd leave on me

Leave on me, leave on me

I know you'll never see

Just what you're doing to me

Until my heart gone freeze

Baby you ain't never matching my vibe

I feel like a game just to pass your time

I feel like a ghost waiting for your life

I feel like a dog, couldn't see the signs

All these ghosts in my wraith, there's more by the day

But they'll never match your eyes

All these thoughts in my brain

I can't hide away from the feelings for you inside

When you held me in your arms last night

My heart and my mind ignited

Now you're gone, it feels like mid-July

I couldn't reach out, it's frostbite and

Now I'm back in the club (are these eyes all on me)

Rolling the punch (that's what mom taught me)

Can't fall in love (it's too confronting)

Rolling the blunt it's what home taught me