One… two… three… The stream is moving slow like a fever dream… Then he says, "Yo let's do this!" And chat pops off on my screen… I started streaming 2 years ago Just me, playing Resident Evil Views were low Two subscribers Crickets in the chat Till a voice said, “hey, you missed that" "Say what?" I looked around A mist, next to me At first very scary Laughing and telling jokes But he made me feel so stoked I started joking back Chat started to clap People came Loving our banter After a thousand subs Our streams got grander When they asked who we were I couldn't give an answer I mean, what was I to say? One, two, three...he’s next to me One, two, three...you can’t see One, two, three...don’t ask me Why I stream with a ghostee Hee hee He knows my moves with every play Calls every shot like yesterday Says he used to grind all night Now he just drifts in neon light Sometimes cold when he says my name Like static wrapped in a soft refrain I asked him once, “why me, why here?” He said, “you were the only one who could hear” They keep asking “Is this love or AI shit?” I just stall, "Don’t answer it" How do I tell them I'd lose all this fame If they knew he was just mist in the frame? One, two, three...he’s next to me One, two, three...you can’t see One, two, three...don’t ask me Why I stream with a ghostee Hee hee Yeah First night, 2AM, no subs, no hype Grinding solo, ramen cup, dim lights Screen flicker, mic crack, thought it was lag Then a voice cut in like, “yo—don’t take that path” I froze—said “who dat?” no name in the chat No new user ping, no mod, no tag He laughed—said “relax, I been here before Used to run this map back in '04" Said he used to speedrun, used to stay ranked Long nights, bad eyes, energy tanked Then one day black screen—no respawns Now he stuck in the code, drifting in zeros and ones Said “you got good instincts, just trust your aim” Next thing I know, we syncing like we got the same brain Combo so clean, chat going insane They think it’s perfect, but who's to blame? No face, no trace, no shadow to cast But he knows every future like he’s seen my past Now they want interviews, contracts, mainstream fame But I can’t put a ghost… on a press campaign "Or can I?" If I reach out, will I fall through air? Or is he somewhere, really there? If the stream ends, will he fade away? Or still haunt me, when I don’t play? One, two, three...he’s next to me One, two, three...you can’t see One, two, three...don’t ask me Why I stream with a ghostee Hee hee They keep knocking, they want to see The boy who’s always next to me I just whisper, bittersweet “Some hearts you only meet Off-screen” Gg
