Ghosts Interlude

So, baby, won’t you come closer?
I’m feelin' like you died and you’re just a ghost here
I wish we could go back to last year
Where everythin' was perfect, throwin' roses in my verses now
Feel like you’ve been headin' to the motherfuckin' hearses
And you hate I’m with a new bitch and you yellin' and you cursin'
Babe, I’m feelin' like a version of myself, I’m not a person
I’m a memory of you and me