I can't seem to write a love song without clichés And I hope that I'll write one, one of these days If I were a ghost, would you still kiss me? If I were a ghost, would you still love me? I've been standing in your darkest parts I've been aching for your mouth full of stars If I were a ghost, would you still kiss me? If I were a ghost, would you still love me? And I feel like the smoke in my chest And I feel wicked and unrest If I were a ghost, would you still kiss me? If I were a ghost, would you still love me?