AntzoR Ghost

Door clicks once, then twice again
I’m staring at the ceiling fan
Cup on the desk moves just a bit
I say your name, you answer it

Photos turned down, frames face the wall
Still I hear your late-night call
You were the storm, I was the floor
Now every draft knocks at my door (hey)
You’re the ghost in my room
Pulling at the corner of the afternoon
Sitting in the space where you used to move
I feel you, I feel you
You’re the chill in my chest
Footsteps fading somewhere down the hall, I guess
Every time I think that I forget
I see you like a ghost in my room

I see you like a ghost in my room

I see you like a ghost in my room

I see you like a ghost in my room

I see you like a ghost in my room