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smoke signals and ghost stories

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smoke signals and ghost stories

Smoke Signals and Ghost Stories (Verse 1) I see your shadow in the parking lot, Where we used to laugh ’til we nearly cried, You said forever, but you never called, Now I’m stuck here with my bruised pride. Remember Marquee nights, chasing dreams, We drank cheap beer and talked big schemes, Now I’m scrolling memories, they cut like a knife, Guess friendship’s just another casualty of life. (Chorus) And I’m sending smoke signals, can you see me now? I’m rolling up heartache, but you don’t know how. We were kids in this town, painting stars in the dark, Now I’m just a ghost, wandering without a spark. (Verse 2) You took the summer, I got the fall, Trading secrets for silence, did you think I’d stall? You had your new friends, and I just played the fool, Staying up late, trying to rewrite the rules. Sipping on memories, bitter like old wine, Tangled in the words of a half-baked rhyme, I thought we’d grow up, but I’m stuck in rewind, Chasing shadows of a friendship I can’t find. (Chorus) And I’m sending smoke signals, can you see me now? I’m rolling up heartache, but you don’t know how. We were kids in this town, painting stars in the dark, Now I’m just a ghost, wandering without a spark. (Bridge) You said “I’ll always be here,” like a cartoon on repeat, But you ghosted me faster than the end of a beat. I refuse to be the punchline of this game, But the laughter’s hollow, just a flicker of blame. So here’s to the nights spent chasing down dawn, You were my hero, now I’m just “the one who moved on.” (Chorus) And I’m sending smoke signals, can you see me now? I’m rolling up heartache, but you don’t know how. We were kids in this town, painting stars in the dark, Now I’m just a ghost, wandering without a spark. (Outro) So here’s to the memories that cut like a knife, A toast to the lessons lost in the strife, I’ll wear this sadness like a badge of pride, ‘Cause growing up means learning how to let go of the ride. And I’m sending smoke signals, in hopes that you see, The friendship we built was so much more than just me.