When I walk out that door
I don’t see a front yard anymore
There’s probably still a picket fence
And a mailbox by the curb
But all I see’s the ghost of who we were
When I drink at this bar
Don’t feel like talkin’ much anymore
That jukebox is probably playin’
But the only thing I’ve heard
the whispers of the ghost of who we were
happy? miss me?
dancin’ our memory?
get that wanted?
haunted by the ghost of who we were?
When lie in your bed
wish were in mine instead?
in the of someone
can away the hurt?
While I’m sleepin’ the ghost of who we were
happy? miss me?
dancin’ our memory?
get that wanted?
haunted by the ghost of who we were?
if I you?
Am I the last one wanna talk to?
get that wanted?
haunted by the ghost of who we were?
haunted by the ghost of who we were?
