Ghost

Baby boy, you're a matador

Just the kind of trouble I adore

Your dirty Nikes still on my floor

Get a glimpse of you

That I can't ignore

We were really onto something good

Couldn't hold back, though I know I should

You were blue flames, I was firewood

But you were more removes

Than I understood

Reach out

But my hands can't feel you at all

We used to crash like waves

We used to hit like a love song

Shoot like a bullet train

But you've been gone for too long

I miss the mess we used to be

The whiskey dancing en suite

So if you're gone, then fade

But if you're in it, let me know

Blowing up my phone, now you in my ears

Temporary high, gold cigarette

Your secondhand smiles in full effect

I know I'm gonna cave

I know that I'll regret

Reach out

But my hands can't feel you at all

We used to crash like waves

We used to hit like a love song

Shoot like a bullet train

But you've been gone for too long

I miss the mess we used to be

The whiskey dancing en suite

So if you're gone, then fade

But if you're in it, let me know

'Cause I

Don't want your ghost, ghost

Don't want your ghost

'Cause I

Don't want your ghost, ghost

Don't want your ghost

'Cause I

Don't want your ghost, ghost

Don't want your ghost

'Cause I

Don't want your ghost, ghost

Don't want your ghost

'Cause I

Don't want your ghost, ghost

Don't want your ghost

'Cause I

Don't want your ghost, ghost

Don't want your ghost

'Cause I

Ghost, ghost

Don't want your ghost

'Couse I

Ghost ghost

Don't want your ghost