I’m in love with a ghost
Her posts so rare on social media
Never likes or comments on things I say
Still i love her more with every passing day
She’s an apparition living in my inbox
Nothing new, still staring at her blank box
Oh, but what can I say?
Still I love her more with every passing day
Is she dead to me? Maybe I’m dead to her
Love her like a lost Lenore
She won’t give the fucking time of day
Still I love her more in every single way
She’s the ghost, I am the slave
(I know she afraid)
Still I love her more with every passing day
