I write songs about the ghost inside my house I see at night
What′s the difference if I finish another song with the same old rhymes
Same old sadeyes, same old mic
Same old problems, a brand new life
I heard you broke down, I heard you cried
The day he left us, the day your father died
If God was real then this wouldn't have even happened at all
I get visions of you and I guess you probably called
People love you then leave you, sometimes they don′t have a choice
Girl, I heard you the first time so could you lower your voice?
I stopped waiting for texts, I stopped hoping you'd change
When you left me I lost it, I got your message too late
I never thought this would happen, I never know what to say
I guess I'm sorry you′re hurting, I wrote this song for you babe
I write songs about the ghost inside my house I see at night
What′s the difference if I finish another song with the same old rhymes
Same old sadeyes, same old mic
Same old problems, a brand new life
I heard you broke down, I heard you cried
The day he left us, the day your father died
