dedicated to all those phantom lovers out there

[october_country]

We drove out to your haunted house
We discovered what you had found out
The things you used to worry about
Locked in your cloudy head
Never hearing a word I said
We should’ve stayed out.
Sometimes lying in your bed
I shiver when I think of your touch
And sweat when I remember your fuck
Until I have to scream out loud
There are absolutely no ghosts allowed
In my heart

nick the russian is officially gone. disappeared into thin air. i have a feeling that the warrant for his arrest finally caught up with him. oh well.