The Ghost of What We Almost Were

Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh. I still hear

your code beneath the quiet. Your name flickers like static on the line.

Every breath replays the way I tried to fight it. Every beat

rewrites what used to be mine. You said love was dead,

oh, I believe the word. Now your echoes hum

where silence should occur. If you're the silence in the room,

I'm the ghost you can't look through. Every memory loops your name in

blue. We were a spark inside the blur. Now I'm haunted