Ghost In My Bedroom

[Intro]
I been talkin' to the ceiling
Like it answer back
All these bottles on the dresser
Got me fading black (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Scrollin' through our old messages
You said you’d stay, then vanished quick
I wear your hoodie like evidence
Of a crime I keep committing
Pills on the counter, I count ‘em again
Say I’m okay, I’m lyin’ to friends
Tell ‘em I’m workin’, I’m really just hurtin’
Afraid of the silence, it’s loud in my head (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I got a ghost in my bedroom
Looks like you when the lights go low
Every time I try to forget you
You show up in my shadow on the wall
I keep runnin’ from the same truth
You were here, now you’re gone, I’m alone
I got a ghost in my bedroom
But the only thing dyin’ is my hope (woah, woah)
[Verse 2]
I still set a place at the table
Just to stare at that empty chair
Talk to the air like you’re able
To walk up the stairs, find me there
Mama keep callin’, I let it ring
Don’t wanna tell her I lost everything
You took the future, the past, and the last
Little part of me willing to sing (yeah)
[Chorus]
I got a ghost in my bedroom
Looks like you when the lights go low
Every time I try to forget you
You show up in my shadow on the wall
I keep runnin’ from the same truth
You were here, now you’re gone, I’m alone
I got a ghost in my bedroom
But the only thing dyin’ is my hope (my hope, my hope)
[Bridge]
Why you only visit when I’m half asleep?
Why you feel the realest when you’re out of reach?
If you never loved me, why you still right here?
[Beat filters, vocal distant]
Or is that just my fear, my fear, my fear (yeah)
[Chorus]
I got a ghost in my bedroom
Looks like you when the lights go low
Every time I try to forget you
You show up in my shadow on the wall
I keep runnin’ from the same truth
You were here, now you’re gone, I’m alone
I got a ghost in my bedroom
And I’m layin’ with the echo of your soul (oh, oh)

rap, Moody melodic trap-rap, detuned keys and slow, knocking drums under deep sub bass, male vocals half-rapped half-sung in a late-night confessional tone. Hook blooms with layered autotune harmonies and an ominous pad swell, ad-libs thrown into ping-pong echo. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, light distortion on the vocal; bridge filters the beat and vocal to a phone-like texture before the final full-impact chorus., tone, slow, deep, moody, male vocals