Genre: Lo-fi / R&B with ambient layers
Perspective: Third-person, recalling someone who lingers only through songs
Mood: Nostalgic, emotional, ghostly calm
[Intro]
She’s gone, but not quite —
Every chord still holds her light.
One track plays, then two, then three,
She's the ghost in his melody.
[Verse 1]
He scrolls through songs at 2AM,
Finds that one she played back then.
The chorus hits, he sees her face,
Laughing soft in a café place.
She’s not online, not in his phone,
But in these beats, he's not alone.
Her voice is tucked in background hums,
Like whispering where silence comes.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every shuffle brings a trace,
Of how she’d dance in open space.
He hits replay, can’t let her go,
Though she’s gone like falling snow.
[Chorus]
She’s the ghost in the playlist,
Haunting chords he can’t resist.
Every line’s a memory,
Of a love that used to be.
She's not here, but she’s not gone —
Living in a looping song.
He can’t delete, can’t hit “skip,”
Still holding on through every lyric.
[Verse 2]
That rainy track, their inside joke,
Her favorite line he always spoke.
A chill beat wraps around his chest,
Reminds him of the way she dressed.
His earbuds hum, the world turns gray,
She’s in the rhythm of each day.
From bedroom walls to subway rides,
She drifts along, where music hides.
[Bridge]
The files stay long after goodbyes,
Echoing truths behind closed eyes.
She's not a photo, not a name —
She's every note in love’s refrain.
[Chorus]
She’s the ghost in the playlist,
Haunting chords he can’t resist.
Every line’s a memory,
Of a love that used to be.
She's not here, but she’s not gone —
Living in a looping song.
He can’t delete, can’t hit “skip,”
Still holding on through every lyric.
[Outro]
One last play before he sleeps,
Where she lingers, where he weeps.
In melodies they used to share —
He still finds her... everywhere.
