| I don’t like them innocent |
| I don’t want no face fresh |
| Want them wearing leather |
| Begging, let me be your taste test. |
| I like the sad eyes, bad guys |
| Mouth full of white lies |
| Kiss me in the corridor, |
| but quick to tell me goodbye. |
| You say that you’re no good for me Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve |
| And I swear I hate you when you leave |
| But I like it anyway. |
| My ghost |
| Where’d you go? |
| I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me My ghost |
| Where’d you go? |
| What happened to the soul you used to be? |
| You’re a Rolling Stone boy |
| Never sleep alone boy |
| Got a million numbers |
| And they’re filling up your phone, boy. |
| I’m off the deep end, sleeping |
| All night through the weekend. |
| Saying that I love him but |
| I know I’m gonna leave him. |
| You say that you’re no good for me Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve |
| And I swear I hate you when you leave |
| But I like it anyway. |
| My ghost |
| Where’d you go? |
| I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me My ghost |
| Where’d you go? |
| What happened to the soul you used to be? |
| I’m searching for something that I can’t reach. |
| My ghost |
| Where’d you go? |
| I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me My ghost |
| Where’d you go? |
| What happened to the soul you used to be? |