"Ghost Of Us" lyrics
On a Friday, yeah
Tell him to write a good song
Too late, I'm gone
Peace signs to the ghost of us
Eighteen hundred
Pour one as a toast to us
And I don't wanna be saved
I'm better this way
I'm better off, alone
Too late, I'm gone
Now it's just the ghost of us
Shot through the heart
Hundred proof, for the dart
Got some bruises and scars, you can see 'em on my body
Borrowed the whip
Now you crashed it for shit
That's a good metaphor, for the way you used to love me
Oh, oh, oh
Well, baby, that's the way it go
You fall in love, and it die slow
Die slow, die slow oh, oh
Too late, I'm gone
Peace signs to the ghost of us
Eighteen hundred
Pour one as a toast to us
And I don't wanna be saved
I'm better this way
I'm better off, alone
Too late, I'm gone
Now it's just the ghost of us
Voice in the hallway
Phantom in the driveway
Spirit in the black car
Thought that you could haunt me
Looking in the mirror
Look at what I bought me
Spend about a hundred
Look at what you caused me
Oh, oh, oh
Well, baby, that's the way it go
You fall in love, and it die slow
Die slow, die slow, oh
Too late, I'm gone
Peace signs to the ghost of us
Eighteen hundred
Pour one as a toast to us
And I don't wanna be saved
I'm better this way
I'm better off, alone
Too late, I'm gone
Now it's just the ghost of us
Tell him to write a good song
Too late, I'm gone
Peace signs to the ghost of us
Eighteen hundred
Pour one as a toast to us
And I don't wanna be saved
I'm better this way
I'm better off, alone
Too late, I'm gone
Now it's just the ghost of us
Shot through the heart
Hundred proof, for the dart
Got some bruises and scars, you can see 'em on my body
Borrowed the whip
Now you crashed it for shit
That's a good metaphor, for the way you used to love me
Oh, oh, oh
Well, baby, that's the way it go
You fall in love, and it die slow
Die slow, die slow oh, oh
Too late, I'm gone
Peace signs to the ghost of us
Eighteen hundred
Pour one as a toast to us
And I don't wanna be saved
I'm better this way
I'm better off, alone
Too late, I'm gone
Now it's just the ghost of us
Voice in the hallway
Phantom in the driveway
Spirit in the black car
Thought that you could haunt me
Looking in the mirror
Look at what I bought me
Spend about a hundred
Look at what you caused me
Oh, oh, oh
Well, baby, that's the way it go
You fall in love, and it die slow
Die slow, die slow, oh
Too late, I'm gone
Peace signs to the ghost of us
Eighteen hundred
Pour one as a toast to us
And I don't wanna be saved
I'm better this way
I'm better off, alone
Too late, I'm gone
Now it's just the ghost of us
Writer(s): James William Lavigne, Jackson Henry Foote, Tyler Matthew Dopps, Jesse Finkelstein, Charlie Malone Finch
