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