Outta my head, outta my veins

your midnight echo still drips like rain.

I chase every shadow you left on the wall,

but the silence keeps screaming your name through it all.

I delete every message, burn pictures in red,

still you spin on the ceiling above my bed.

If love is a drug, then withdrawal is hell—

I’m shaking, I’m breaking, can’t break your spell.

So go on, ghost, steal my last breath,

I’ll dance with the memory until there’s nothing left.

Don’t you wanna be the sunrise in my chest,

the breath I never caught, the risk I never guessed?

Don’t you wanna be the vinyl crackle in my quiet night,

the slow-burn sigh that turns the dark to technicolor light?

Don’t you wanna be the echo swimming in my blood,

the velvet kick that lifts my heavier-than-air heart up?

Just say the word, we’ll ghost the clock, dissolve the key—

don’t you wanna be the everything you already are to me?