I'm smiling, but my heart is breaking,
'Cause I'm haunted by the love...
...the love we were making.
Okay... I'm not okay.
I just passed by our little cafe.
I saw the corner seat where we used to meet,
It's funny how a memory can taste so sweet.
I'm in a good place,
I'm happy now, it's true.
But nobody...
Will ever be you.
We're our ghost,
The memory of a love that felt so real.
I'm happy that it happened, but it hurts to feel.
We're our ghost,
And I miss us the most.
Sometimes I see a car like yours,
And for a second, I'm not really sure.
If I'm in the present or back in the past,
We knew we were too good, too good to last.
I have to let you go,
I know I have to move on.
But how can I,
When you're not really gone?
We're our ghost,
The memory of a love that felt so real.
I'm happy that it happened, but it hurts to feel.
We're our ghost,
And I miss us the most.
I hope you're happy, I really do.
I hope she loves you like I loved you.
But am I wrong for holding on this tight,
To our beautiful, perfect night?
Our ghost.
I'm happy...
But I'm sad.
