[Verse 1] I walk the hallway counting boards, one, two, three, Like the house might cough up what it took from me. I write GET OUT, then I stand there and stare, Like the letters might explain why he isn't there. I know he died. I know it plain. That fact sits still; the hurt won't stay in its lane. Day comes through the curtains, same old room, Same cup on the dresser, same coat, same perfume. I tell myself, enough, get up, get dressed, Then every quiet corner puts a hand on my chest. You'd think knowing would loosen the chain, But the mind keeps a map and it circles the pain. [Pre-Chorus] For your sake, for mine, let the old days lie, Stop asking the doorway to tell you why. Go back, go back, put your head on the bed— But the dead keep talking in the rooms of my head. [Chorus] I'm the ghost in my own mind, pacing the same old route, Pulling every memory apart, trying to figure it out. I shut my eyes, there he is, clear as a photograph, I make it through the morning, then I break in half. I'm the one who can't leave, though the house is still, Holding every moment like I owe it a bill. I keep going back to what I can't retrieve, Trying to learn how a heart lets itself grieve. [Verse 2] Now I'm flat on the mattress, eyes wide, jaw tight, The clock moves a minute like it takes all night. My body says stay, but my thoughts take the stairs, Through the old kitchen table, the jokes, the chairs. In the dream, he's home, like he just stepped out, Then I wake, reach over, and the room blanks out. I hear that voice; I turn toward the door, Then morning rolls in and I know once more. Again. And again. And again. That's the trick: A new day's a fresh little cut, clean and quick. I try not to search where I know he won't be, But the habit walks in before I can breathe. [Pre-Chorus] For your sake, for mine, quit checking each room, You know what's gone; you know what won't bloom. Go back, go back, let the dark pass ahead— But love keeps lifting what death laid to bed. [Chorus] I'm the ghost in my own mind, pacing the same old route, Pulling every memory apart, trying to figure it out. I shut my eyes, there he is, clear as a photograph, I make it through the morning, then I break in half. I'm the one who can't leave, though the house is still, Holding every moment like I owe it a bill. I keep going back to what I can't retrieve, Trying to learn how a heart lets itself grieve. [Bridge] Maybe the house was never haunted. Maybe that was me. Maybe grief made the doorway; memory held the key. I write GET OUT because I can't write STAY, I tell death to leave while I beg love not to fade. Then his last words come back, not loud, just clear: Don't get lost. Don't get lost. I'm still here. I turn that over slowly; I don't know what it means, But I can stop mistaking every ache for a sign. [Final Chorus] I'm the ghost, but I'm breathing, I'm still alive, Walking through the memories, learning to survive. I'm the shadow, but a shadow needs the light, Maybe I can miss him and still sleep tonight. I'm the one who's searching, trying to say my name, I may haunt my own heart, but I won't stay the same. Don't get lost, don't get lost—I hear it through the pain, I'm still here, I'm still here, and I'm finding Amy again. [Outro] I'm still here. I'm still here. Finding Amy again.
