F*ckin' on him, I think on you
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
Crying at the edge of his bed
Looking at your t-shirt on the floor
He don't know what got into me
I told him I thrifted it before
I played the night last
That I saw you in my head, back
What I held back
We had time to kill, but see
Now the time's killing me
F*ckin' on him, I think on you
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
There's a feeling in this room
That I can't explain at half past two
And I know it sounds crazy, but it's true
It must be you
F*ckin' on him, I think on you
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
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F*ckin' on him, I think on you
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
Crying at the edge of his bed
Looking at your t-shirt on the floor
He don't know what got into me
I told him I thrifted it before
I played the night last
That I saw you in my head, back
What I held back
We had time to kill, but see
Now the time's killing me
F*ckin' on him, I think on you
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
There's a feeling in this room
That I can't explain at half past two
And I know it sounds crazy, but it's true
It must be you
F*ckin' on him, I think on you
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
Crying at the edge of his bed
Looking at your t-shirt on the floor
He don't know what got into me
I told him I thrifted it before
I played the night last
That I saw you in my head, back
What I held back
We had time to kill, but see
Now the time's killing me
F*ckin' on him, I think on you
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
There's a feeling in this room
That I can't explain at half past two
And I know it sounds crazy, but it's true
It must be you
F*ckin' on him, I think on you
Drier than High Plains of '32
But I'd let them put me in the grave
If I'd met you there some way
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Walk around in your clothes, boy
I'm in love with a ghost boy
Number still in my phone, boy
Writer: John Flynn, Sofia Galuz
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC, Vydia, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC, Vydia, Inc.