I think I might be dying
It's been a while since I've been home
I missed you this morning
I didn't know you'd be gone
Left my jacket on the railing
Hang it up when you get back
Probably fine to put it all the way to the left
But check the pockets for any cash
I'm not a ghost
I’m no good at haunting a place
More like a whisper
to remind you of my name
Reach for my hand
but I'm gone now
Your phantom man
And I'm gone now
Reach for my hand
but I'm gone now
Your phantom man
And I'm gone now
