[Verse 1]

I loathe your voice, the way that you speak

You weaponize silence to keep yourself clean

Silent for a week, it's making me weak

In that fantasy world we both chose to live in

[Chorus]

The ghost of your grip, the sour of your breath

The jagged words you spat are banging my chest

I cannot dare to talk to you, you're well aware

I don't think it's fair, no, I don't think it's fair

[Post-Chorus]

Oh, to remember its glory

Could've said that you're sorry

Could've said that you're worried

Nevertheless, I got tired of your stories

It may fill you with dread

But for me, you are dead

So get outta my head

Out of my head

[Chorus]

The ghost of your grip, the sour of your breath

The jagged words you spat are banging my chest

I cannot dare to talk to you, you're well aware

I don't think it's fair, no, I don't think it's fair

[Bridge]

I hope you're happy

I hope you're having

The time of your life

Chasing ranked highs

Every time I

Wonder where you at

It's as sad it can get

Trying to forget

Things I regret

[Outro]

The ghost of your grip, the sour of your breath

The jagged words you spat are banging my chest...

Good thing it is dead, so here comes your end

This is the end

This is the end