There's a girl, sitting in front of the window,
waiting for your call
There's a girl, with bright brown eyes,
who's waiting for you to come
There's a girl, whose knees are shaking,
falling to the ground
There's a girl, whose eyes are leaking,
she knows you're gone
That was before,
Now,
There's a girl, with short dyed hair,
with a beer in hand
There's a girl, who's making out,
with the kind of guy she told you
she couldn't stand
There's a girl, crying at night,
writing your name on her skin
Only this time, she's not using a permanent marker,
so she can't erase it
She's carving your name,
to keep you forever
There's a girl,
You wouldn't recognize her,
But you should,
It's the ghost of the girl,
who used to be
Y o u r s