Lyrics: I still pass the coffee shop on nineth and Main, where we laugh too loud in the pouring rain You left your hoodie, I still wear it tight, smells like summers that never got it right I try to move, but I stay in place, like a photograph that forgot to fade Your name still echoes in quiet halls, and I still check my phone when night falls I've been chasing ghosts in my old routine, where your shadow lingers like a dream You were the maybe I held too close, now I'm writing love songs to your ghost I don't know why I can't let go, but you're still the echo I hear the most Your laugh's a line in a song I skip, your goodbye, it was more like a script I play it back scene after scene, the love, the fights, the in-betweens I tell my friends that I'm doing fine, then flinch when they say your name in line I don't hate you, I never could, you just ended us before I understood I've been chasing ghosts in my quiet head, sleeping on your side of the bed You were the spark I couldn't keep lit, but I'd still burn for just one bit I don't know why I can't let go, but you're still the echo I hear the most And maybe I am the ghost now too, stuck in the holes I've built with you I talk to the silence, I walk through the past, looking for a moment that didn't last I've been chasing ghosts in all I do, pretending that I'm not missing you You were the story I never outgrew, I'm still the page that belongs to you If you're a ghost, then I'm still yoursmore