

(mmm-hmm) Streetlamps flicker on the corner of my street
Left the party early,
staring at my feet
Two AM is quiet,
everything is cold
Just another story
left untold
I still have your keys in my coat
And I'm walking home alone again
Tracing steps we used to take back then Maybe I'm the one
who slipped away
Nothing left for me
to say (yeah)
Found a receipt from July in my drawer
Can't even remember what we bought it for
Now
I'm just a ghost
sitting on the floor
Guess we don't speak
anymore (ahhh)
And I'm walking home alone again
Tracing steps we used to take back then Maybe I'm the
one who slipped away
Nothing left for me to say (ohhh)
Walking home
alone... Just a ghost...