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