My clothes still hang in your closet
Your phone with my pictures on it
Memories lost in the past
I still hold within my grasp
Now you're a... ghost... in my head
I've been to your secret place
Things that you just couldn't face
It's something I can't forget
Messing with the wrong kind of sin(?)
Now you're a... ghost... in my head (hello)
Ghost... in my head...
