Ooh… I'm looking— again. Every day I hunt your outline in the light. You, my everything - yeah, say it, I'll bite. I scan the streets, the screens, the glass, the smoke, name on my tongue like a dare, like a joke. And every time I think "this is it, I'm close," you fold into silence - gone, like a ghost. I reach and it's nothing, it's air, it's a bruise. I'm tired of chasing the afterimage of you. I'm building a map out of flickers and noise. My patience is thin, my hands are clenched, no poise. If you're real - then hit me back, break through. One sign. One spark. Anything. Don't make me beg in the dark for you. You're just the ghost of you - a shape I can't hold, a voice I can't prove. I'm screaming at blue, at blank, at "signal lost," paying in seconds for a love that costs. Give me a sign, don't you dare stay mute - I'm sick of the loop, I'm sick of the truth. You, my everything - yeah, that's what I choose… and it's killing me: it's just the ghost of you. It's just the ghost of you Ooh… What if you don't exist and I made you up clean? A perfect distraction in a cracked little dream. What if I'm lying to myself, dressing it new - calling it "fate" when it's just missing you? I hate how my hope keeps crawling back in, like a glitch that won't die, like a stubborn sin. I talk to the ceiling, I curse at the night - are you out there at all, or just in my mind? I'm done with maybes, done with almost, done with "soon." I want a hard yes, or a hard goodbye - choose. If you're real - then crack the silence in two. One sign. One pulse. Anything. Don't leave me here inventing you. You're just the ghost of you - a shape I can't hold, a voice I can't prove. I'm screaming at blue, at blank, at "signal lost," paying in seconds for a love that costs. Give me a sign, don't you dare stay mute - I'm sick of the loop, I'm sick of the truth. You, my everything - yeah, that's what I choose… and it's killing me: it's just the ghost of you. Tell me the truth - no mercy, no lace. Say I'm alone. Say I'm chasing a trace. I can take pain, I can take being wrong - I can't take silence pretending it's song. If you're a shadow, stop wearing my skin. If you're a heartbeat, let the pounding begin. I'm not your puppet, I'm not your excuse - but I still… I still… want you. One sign - one spark - I'm counting the cracks in the sky for you. Don't fade - don't glitch - don't leave me with nothing to do. You're just the ghost of you - and I hate that I'm hooked on what you do. I'm screaming at blue, at blank, at "signal lost," watching my sanity pay the cost. Give me a sign, don't you dare stay mute - I'm done with the chase, I'm done being used. You, my everything - yeah, that's what I choose… so prove you exist - or cut me loose. It's just the ghost of you. Ghost of you… Ooh… …just a ghost.
