“Ghost of December” is about forgiveness and finding the courage to release old wounds and embrace unconditional love. It’s about discovering that healing a broken heart takes vulnerability, trust, honesty, and forgiveness—and that love can overcome even the darkest past.
LYRICS

VERSE 1 
I was longing, looking, he was lost, hiding, killing time.
I was lonely, drifting slowly, Thought I'd lost my mind.
He said he loved me, needing me close by his side.
Then he took a plane, flew back to her arms, not mine.
He shared love songs, pictures, the same stories he'd tell.
Gave me the same sweet gifts he gave to her as well.

TAG
I still can't forget those lies from last December.
I'm holding on to faith; my dreams won't surrender!

PRE-CHORUS
Is it ever gonna be over, lover?
When the ghost of December haunts my sleep…
Is it ever gonna be lovely, lover?
When history stops tugging at me?

CHORUS
He was already taken, times two… what was he thinking?
Careless with my heart, his lies—I can’t erase them.
He calls me “baby,” “Hun,” says I’m the only one…
Is it because she’s gone? Am I the consolation?



BRIDGE (fastest)
Let’s bury the ghosts… come tuck me in.
Bad dreams end, where you begin.
Let true love guide us, as we right the wrong.
I’m here, I’m staying, I’m holding on.
Let’s bury the ghosts… come tuck me in.
Bad dreams end, where you begin.
Let true love guide us, as we right the wrong.
I’m here, I’m staying, I’m holding on.

VERSE 2 
He says those ways are gone, forever in the past,
I see regret in his eyes—sorrow he can’t mask.
Yet here I stand this moment, longing to believe,
That he’s done with secrets still hidden up his sleeve.
He vows he has grown, swears he won't ever repeat—
Let me softly rest in love, and set these fears free.

TAG
I still can't forget those lies from last December—
I'm holding on to faith; my dreams won't surrender!

PRE-CHORUS 2
Is it ever gonna be over, lover?
When the ghost of December haunts my sleep…
Is it ever gonna be lovely, lover?
When history stops tugging at me?


FINAL CHORUS 
He was already taken, times two… what was he thinking?
Careless with my heart, his lies—I can’t erase them.
He calls me “baby,” “Hun,” says I’m the only one—
If he’s reborn, I’ll stand by him… praying my mended heart will come.

OUTRO 
I'm the one you choose. I'm the one you keep,
Baby, come for me and put me back to sleep.

Ghost Of December

My writing is inspired by real life experiences, now woven into a historical fiction novel series to be released summer 2026. The novels accompany my original musical soundtrack.

My vision is to create an immersive experience where readers step fully into the story world—reading the novels while listening to the soundtrack—so that words and melodies converse with each other. This marks the beginning of a journey told through both language and sound, inviting readers to explore how music shapes memory, and how memory, in turn, shapes art.

My music fuses human creativity with modern innovation preceding studio recordings.

Ghost Of December

Gracen Thorne