[Intro] You never feared the dark in me. That should have scared me. [Verse 1] Your fingerprints stayed silver on the glass beside my bed, you knew which little silences could pull me from my head. The room would smell of candle smoke and something vaguely medicinal, and every careful touch of yours made damage feel intentional. You never asked me to get better; God, I loved you for that then. You kissed the places I kept hidden like you’d always known where they had been. I called it being understood, the way you entered without sound— never asking why the door was only open when I was down. [Chorus] YOU LIKED ME BETTER HAUNTED! With the fever in my eyes. Ooh-ooh, BETTER HAUNTED! When your hands could pass for light. You loved me most when I was easy to get lost in Oh-oh... YOU LIKED ME BETTER HAUNTED. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] I started sleeping through the night; you started watching me less close, as if the calm beneath my skin had taken something that you owned. The jokes got colder over breakfast, your affection came in waves, and somehow every step toward daylight put another inch between our shapes. Then one evening in the mirror, with your mouth against my neck, I saw the smallest disappointment when I didn’t come apart for you. That was when the picture sharpened. You never loved the wound. You loved the way it left the door unlocked. [Chorus] YOU LIKED ME BETTER HAUNTED! With the fever in my eyes. Ooh-ooh, BETTER HAUNTED! When your hands could pass for light. You loved me most when I was easy to get lost in— Oh-oh... YOU LIKED ME BETTER HAUNTED. [Instrumental solo] Better haunted! [Bridge — Soft] I'm sure that was why you never asked the ghosts to disappear. You could call yourself my shelter while there still was something here that woke shaking in the darkness, that mistook relief for need. You didn’t need me broken. Just broken enough to need. [Pause] [Final Chorus] YOU LIKED ME BETTER HAUNTED! With the fever in my eyes. Ooh-ooh, BETTER HAUNTED! When your hands could pass for light. You loved me most when I was easy to get lost in— Oh-oh... YOU LIKED ME BETTER HAUNTED. [Outro] Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh... I still have ghosts. They just don’t know your name.
