Ghosted

There was a little girl
Off the eastern shore
With big dreams
She wanted more

Bound for New York City
To make her art
She heard the stories
Protect your heart

Then they started romancing
They would go dancing
He was a dream

And she was over her head
There were more in his bed
Oh what a pity

And it's always the way it goes
One minute he's hot
And the next he's cold
And it's always the way it goes
One minute he's yours
And the next a ghost

There was a little boy
Off the western shore
He played computers
And girls for sport

Bound for New York City
For a fresh new start
He played his cards
With a wondering heart

Then they started romancing
They would go dancing
He was a dream

And she was over her head
There were more in his bed
Oh what a pity

And it's always the way it goes
One minute he's hot
And the next he's cold
And it's always the way it goes
One minute he's yours
And the next a ghost

Then they started romancing
They would go dancing
He was a dream

And she was over her head
There were more in his bed
Oh what a pity

And it's always the way it goes
One minute he's hot
And the next he's cold
And it's always the way it goes
One minute he's yours
And the next a ghost