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