[Verse 1] Sunday text of doom / Walked right into her room. "You sound like the enemy!" / Pure romantic tragedy. Standing in the hall / Back against the wall. Missed a call? Traitor. Left on read? Dictator. Her group chat chose my sin / Now let the fight begin. [Chorus] LEAVE! GO! I'M THE GHOST IN YOUR BED! PACK A SACK, PICK A CAGE! COLD, COLD COFFEE, HOT RAGE! [Verse 2] She wants a puppet / I’m tired of bluffing. Burning me to friends / This is how the story ends. Psychological lynching / Emotional flinching. Great job, babe / The apartment's cold. Monster or the gallows / Empathy is shallow. Scream louder than my logic / This whole thing is toxic. [Chorus] LEAVE! GO! I'M THE GHOST IN YOUR BED! PACK A SACK, PICK A CAGE! COLD, COLD COFFEE, HOT RAGE! I JUST WANTED MY HOODIE BACK!
