rode that ghost from her house to my housenndarkened by the long gone sunsetnntrees hang over and make it even darkernni pass by them every single night nnnnthere's a ghost that lives right above mennfloating dead but never been alivennnot a boy, a girl, and only at nightnnfills my tummy and makes me somethingnnnnshe fills me up like drinking hot chocolatennsweet and warm and shes my honeynnwhen i have to go home i wanna... sucicidennafter that im awfully lonely