I'm not a Ghost I'm covered in flour
you didnt realize it was the real me
and when you spoke oh how you loved me
sweet words were spoken that you would never had said
if I were alive
Awe, bite your lip
wait till the timing is right
to tell her of your love
We'd walked down to that oak tree
how we would climb so high we could see everything
We made plans
of how we'd conquer the world
when we got old some day
Awe, bite your lip
wait till the timing is right
to tell her of your love