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To the ghost living rent free in my heart
Hey, I love you
A love that's a ghost
Haunting the castle of my heart
How ghastly it is to have an undead thing
Live rent free inside your chest
But hey, I told you once Id never forget
And look at me now wishing that I could
Planning a wedding and then at night
I see those eyes on the inside of my eyelids
Halloween horror in the middle of March
Poe called and he wants his storyline back
There's no room for you in this space
It's dead yet alive and beating
Like a heart under the floorboards
Leaving clawmarks on the walls of my heart
Beat, beat, beating endlessly in my chest
Moving on is dragging the ghostly tendrils behind
Move on, love freely, opening to the newness
Sunshine and crop tops on the outside
Some kind of victorian horror novel
I refuse to be the lady in her house
Sitting in the dark staring at a room full of memories
Old and decrepit in her waiting for that person to come back
Oh no, that won't be me, no siree
I have someone who loves me endlessly
My sunflower bringing light to my life
I swear to the gods Ill get over this lingering ghost
And while I do I'll love this person in reality
Here in my bed beside me as we plan our lives
A love that's a ghost
Haunting the castle of my heart
How ghastly it is to have an undead thing
Live rent free inside your chest
But hey, I told you once Id never forget
And look at me now wishing that I could
Planning a wedding and then at night
I see those eyes on the inside of my eyelids
Halloween horror in the middle of March
Poe called and he wants his storyline back
There's no room for you in this space
It's dead yet alive and beating
Like a heart under the floorboards
Leaving clawmarks on the walls of my heart
Beat, beat, beating endlessly in my chest
Moving on is dragging the ghostly tendrils behind
Move on, love freely, opening to the newness
Sunshine and crop tops on the outside
Some kind of victorian horror novel
I refuse to be the lady in her house
Sitting in the dark staring at a room full of memories
Old and decrepit in her waiting for that person to come back
Oh no, that won't be me, no siree
I have someone who loves me endlessly
My sunflower bringing light to my life
I swear to the gods Ill get over this lingering ghost
And while I do I'll love this person in reality
Here in my bed beside me as we plan our lives
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