You said too many things
And now I'm not letting go
Taping them to the tree
So I can talk to your ghost
Do you wanna look at me?
Is this where I'm meant to be?
The stars end up listening
It's nothing like I thought it'd be
Three weeks past Thursday
A note on the table
Repeating what you had to say
In my head by the candle
And the clock hands are moving too fast
And soon I'll be on my own
For now I'm not letting go
On the other end with your ghost
Do you wanna look at me?
Is this where I'm meant to be?
The stars are still listening
I'm not where I thought I'd be