I wanna wear your skin, leave your blood inside a flask I wish I was a witch, I could make you come back If I was a ghost, I'd haunt you in your room Spending all my time on Twitter stalking you I said I don't care But then I count the nine hundred thirty-seven times you brush your hair It's two thousand thirty-nine strands I wanna be reborn so I'll have the chance to hold your hand again
I wanna wear your skin, leave your blood inside a flask I wish I was a witch, I could make you come back If I was a ghost, I would haunt you in your room Spending all my time on Twitter stalking you I said I don't care But then I count the nine hundred thirty-seven times you brush your hair It's two thousand thirty-nine strands I wanna be reborn so I'll have the chance to hold your hand again
