THE SHAPE OF A GHOST Verse 1 I kept your name like a pressed flower in a dictionary, a beautiful thing flattened by history. The years kept moving like trains I never caught, and every version of me survived— except the ones I lost. The mirror got older, the bruises learned to fade, but some ghosts don’t haunt houses— they haunt mistakes. Pre-Chorus And everybody talks about healing like it’s a finish line— Chorus Nobody tells you the shape of a ghost. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s who you were most. Nobody tells you they move into your skin. And every room you leave still feels like they’re in it too. The shape of a ghost, Shape of a ghost Verse 2 I spent years burying versions of myself that weren’t dead yet, digging little graves inside my own head. Some wore lipstick, some wore hospital bracelets, some swore they’d live forever— some couldn’t face it. The strangest part is I still miss them all. Even the ones who nearly caused the fall. Pre-Chorus And everybody talks about letting go like it’s something you choose— Chorus Nobody tells you the shape of a ghost. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s who you were most. Nobody tells you they move into your skin. And every room you leave still feels like they’re in it too. The shape of a ghost, Shape of a ghost… Bridge Maybe survival isn’t becoming somebody new. Maybe it’s learning how to carry every ruined version of you. The reckless one. The frightened one. The one who almost disappeared. The one who broke. The one who stayed. The one who somehow made it here. Final Chorus Nobody tells you the shape of a ghost. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s who you were most. Nobody tells you they move into your skin. And every room you leave still feels like they’re in it too. Nobody tells you how gently they remain. Not as a wound. Not as a warning. Just another name for everything you’ve loved, everything you’ve lost— and everything you became. A shape of a ghost… Shape of a ghost Shape of a ghost…
