I like these lyrics.

Ghosts, by Caroline Keating

"Think about it, think about it, think about it good
I thought about it, I thought about it, I thought about it real good
Slow down, down, down
I can’t hear myself breathe, or think, about it real real good
But you don’t really care much for sunshine or letters or me
And these walls are so thin, you can hear everything, you can hear everything
But you don’t really care much for touching or kissing these days
No you don’t really care much for touching or kissing anyway

Stop come back now ghost I’m not down with yet, I’m not with you yet, I’m not done with you
Stop come back now, no, I’m not done with you yet, I’m not done with you yet, I’m not done with you yet

So Say what you gotta say, do what you gotta do
Take what you gotta take, and do what you want
Go on and slow down, down
I can’t feel myself breathe, or feel myself feel, or feel anything

But you don’t really care much for bike rides or autumn or me
With the wind in my ear you could say anything, you could say everything"

(I've omitted a sentence here and there, the parts where I have no clue what she is saying.)