We were talking bout rings
We were laying in my king size
Blue eyes lighting up the dark

Morning came with a fight
You were gone, and I tried to
Text you, you’re off the charts with

Silent treatment like a weapon
Two straight weeks of “where we headed?”
You left me on read
Well, I respect the dead
I don’t chase

Ghosts, oh
Baby that door you slammed
It’s gonna stay closed, woah
Haunt somebody else
Leave me alone

You try and hit me up
Try and bring back us, ain’t love
You just like the attention

I don’t want hot and cold
Or up in the front row to your show
I know that you meant it when

You left me on read
Boy, I respect the dead
I don’t chase

REPEAT CHORUS

Honey it’s too late cuz I don’t chase ghosts
And I bet you hate that I don’t chase ghosts, no, oh
I don’t chase

REPEAT CHORUS