Covers

Well hold your covers I'm around In a different city Still sending you my love Do you miss the feeling of hanging out And laughing at me Well god you had me And what now? I suppose that I'm only a ghost And you never want to see me in your room (I'll see you in your room) And at the most You'll hear scratching at your post And you'll wonder if it's me who's haunting you (It's me who's haunting you) When I left you You know I died At least a version You gave me back my spine Do you miss the feeling Of being proud And staring at me Well God you had me And what now? I suppose that I'm only a ghost And you never want to see me in your room (I'll see you in your room) And at the most You'll hear scratching at your post And you'll wonder if it's me who's haunting you (It's me who's haunting you) I suppose that I'm only a ghost And you never want to see me in your room (I'll see you in your room) And at the most You'll hear scratching at your post And you'll wonder if it's me who's haunting you