Ghost
Spend my days when you were around
I thought you deaf to my words or disturbed by the sound
But where do I draw the line?
Am I being wasted, or just being kind?
I know you never liked to be alone
And I have still questions for you
So if you're a ghost, can I come too?
Can I come too? Oh-ooh, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
Can I come too? Oh-ooh, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
I've been down this road before
Many times now, in my head
Digging for closure in my words
(Digging for closure)
Before it's never heard and nothing's said
I know you never liked to be alone
And I still have questions for you
So if you're a ghost, can I come too?
Can I come too? Oh-ooh, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
Can I come too? Oh-ooh, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
And the tattoos never change (oh-ohh)
Just the skin we live in (oh-ohh)
The photos never die (oh-ohh)
Just the people in them (oh-ohh)
And there's one last thing that I promised (oh-ohh)
From all the days that I have missed (oh-ohh)
When you were zipping up your suitcase (oh-ohh)
That I tried and tried to fit in (oh-ohh)
Like murderers hide bodies (oh-ohh)
I hide my issues too (oh-ohh)
And when the cancer has to take you (oh-ohh)
Then if you're a ghost, can I come too?
Too, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
Oh-ooh
I thought you deaf to my words or disturbed by the sound
But where do I draw the line?
Am I being wasted, or just being kind?
I know you never liked to be alone
And I have still questions for you
So if you're a ghost, can I come too?
Can I come too? Oh-ooh, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
Can I come too? Oh-ooh, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
I've been down this road before
Many times now, in my head
Digging for closure in my words
(Digging for closure)
Before it's never heard and nothing's said
I know you never liked to be alone
And I still have questions for you
So if you're a ghost, can I come too?
Can I come too? Oh-ooh, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
Can I come too? Oh-ooh, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
And the tattoos never change (oh-ohh)
Just the skin we live in (oh-ohh)
The photos never die (oh-ohh)
Just the people in them (oh-ohh)
And there's one last thing that I promised (oh-ohh)
From all the days that I have missed (oh-ohh)
When you were zipping up your suitcase (oh-ohh)
That I tried and tried to fit in (oh-ohh)
Like murderers hide bodies (oh-ohh)
I hide my issues too (oh-ohh)
And when the cancer has to take you (oh-ohh)
Then if you're a ghost, can I come too?
Too, oh-ohh, oh-ooh
Oh-ooh
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Writer(s): Elizabeth Goodard
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