She slid in my texts late one night
And we started chatting
About films and bands and all sorts of stuff
And on whose side we're batting
I've heard several versions
I'm not sure who I'm believing
But we trusted each other, and then it stopped
That's what's really galling
Living with ghosts
Living with ghosts
I'll never get used to
Living with ghosts
He made up himself for you to like
But still you found him wanting
Now there's two blue ticks for three whole months
Nearly declared him missing
And he called you again and he tried to explain
Now you've seen that he's lying
I won't say I told you so
But we know what I'm thinking
Living with ghosts
Living with ghosts
I'll never get used to
Living with ghosts
Last Christmas at the pub
Wasn't very merry
All on one table, I'd rather have not
For that I'm truly sorry
I asked mutual friends if it's something I said
And they've said not to worry
But if it's something I said or something did,
I'm sorry. Really I'm sorry.
Living with ghosts
Living with ghosts
I'll never get used to
Living with ghosts