I used to think about ya all the time. Used to have my head in the clouds, always replaying our words.
You were still such a huge part of me then. I'd go to sleep with the feeling of you next to me. Ghost, my ghost, where'd you go? I can't find you in the tangled sheets next to me. I used to tell myself that it was a dream and I'd wake up any moment and we'd be just fine. I was lying to myself. But I tried to think otherwise. Ghost, my ghost, where'd you go? Think I left you behind along with the broken bits of me.
I keep searching for something that I can't reach.
I keep looking for something that is no longer there.