Counting hours on my fingers
Always been an over thinker
Turning on and off my ringers
The ghost of you still lingers on The ghost of you still lingers on
Ghost of you still lingers
Measure minutes by the high low
Of your text-backed tempo And they're not coming in slow
The ghost of you still lingers on
The ghost of you still lingers on
The ghost of you still lingers on The ghost of you still
If it's not a yes-bay Well then, it's a no
Turn off your phone And turn those maybe blues into neon green
I told you so
Let them pass through the highs and the lows
and the lows You think you're so clever
Turn the dial to the lever Hide from them what you could never
Say about life Say it first
Won't play me upstairs
