Ghost Boy

Fuckin' 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
Fuckin' 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
Fuckin' 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