Road that goes from her house to my house Darkened by the long gone sunset Trees hang over and make it even darker I pass by them every single time There's a ghost that lives right above me Floating dead but never been alive Not a boy or girl and only at night Scrapes my tummy out, makes it hollow She fills me up like drinking hot chocolate Sweet and warm and she's my honey When I have to go home, we're both so sad After that, I'm awfully lonely