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.