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