Lyrics : I still pass the coffee shop on nineth and Main, where we laugh too loud in the pouring rain
You left your hoodie, I still wear it tight, smells like summers that never got it right
I try to move, but I stay in place, like a photograph that forgot to fade
Your name still echoes in quiet halls, and I still check my phone when night falls

I've been chasing ghosts in my old routine, where your shadow lingers like a dream
You were the maybe I held too close, now I'm writing love songs to your ghost
I don't know why I can't let go, but you're still the echo I hear the most
Your laugh's a line in a song I skip, your goodbye, it was more like a script

I play it back scene after scene, the love, the fights, the in-betweens
I tell my friends that I'm doing fine, then flinch when they say your name in line
I don't hate you, I never could, you just ended us before I understood
I've been chasing ghosts in my quiet head, sleeping on your side of the bed

You were the spark I couldn't keep lit, but I'd still burn for just one bit
I don't know why I can't let go, but you're still the echo I hear the most
And maybe I am the ghost now too, stuck in the holes I've built with you
I talk to the silence, I walk through the past, looking for a moment that didn't last

I've been chasing ghosts in all I do, pretending that I'm not missing you
You were the story I never outgrew, I'm still the page that belongs to you
If you're a ghost, then I'm still yours

Chasing ghost

👤 Fifth String(Tyler Johnson) | Rapper and Sogwriter • Storyteller • Creator
From West Yellowstone to the world, a lyricist with a filmmaker’s eye and a hustler’s grind. I don’t just rap — I score life like cinema, flipping pain into punchlines and small-town roots into universal stories.

🎤 Independent. Original. No ghostwriting, no gimmicks — just clever flows, clean beats, and a vision too loud to ignore.

Follow the journey. I’m just getting started. 🎬🎧