stranger

Don't make me a stranger

Or make me a ghost

I'll fall on my face in the places you go

The weather's lowkey been changin

And your mom's on the phone

I want you to stay here, you want me to go

I'll hold the things that you left And at night I'll grab on your leg I'll make it like someone died

And I'll make your life somewhat hell

Oh, maybe, it's all about the timing

My side of the bed is cold as diamonds

You wanted to breathe between the moments

Well, you got it, babe, where my ghost is