Ghost - Halsey, Lost Kings

I don’t like them innocent, I don’t want no face fresh

Want them wearing leather, begging, let me be your taste test

I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies

Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye

You say that you’re no good for me

'Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve

And I swear I hate you when you leave

But I like it anyway

My ghost, where’d you go?

I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me

My ghost, where’d you go?

What happened to the soul that you used to be?

You’re a Rolling Stone boy, never-sleep-alone boy

Got a million numbers and they’re filling up your phone, boy

I’m off the deep end, sleeping all night through the weekend

Saying that I love him but I know I’m gonna leave him