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Verse 1
Iβve been baking sourdough at midnight,
Watching it rise while I fall apart.
All my friends say itβs a phase,
But it feels more like a scar on my heart.
The yarnβs in a tangle, the needles donβt move,
I canβt stitch a future that wonβt include you.
Pre-Chorus
Every song on the radio
Feels like a mirror I donβt want to know.
Chorus
Iβm just a ghost in an old cardigan,
Full of regrets I keep knitting in.
Tangled in threads of the things unsaid,
And the empty chair on the other side of my bed.
It was short, it was sweet,
But itβs all that I getβ
A lifetime of sorrow for a weekend of love,
And a girl full of regrets.
Verse 2
I keep burning the bread, distracted,
Like I burned down the bridge to you.
I thought we were forever,
But forever only lasted a week or two.
Now I measure the silence, cup after cup,
But no recipe tells me how to heal us.
Pre-Chorus
I scroll past your name, but itβs carved in my skin,
A story too short that wonβt ever begin.
Chorus
Iβm just a ghost in an old cardigan,
Full of regrets I keep knitting in.
Tangled in threads of the things unsaid,
And the empty chair on the other side of my bed.
It was short, it was sweet,
But itβs all that I getβ
A lifetime of sorrow for a weekend of love,
And a girl full of regrets.
Bridge
If I could unravel the time we had,
Pull every stitch, take the good, lose the badβ¦
But the scarf of my mistakes only grows,
And I wear it alone, in the cold.
Final Chorus / Outro
Iβm just a ghost in an old cardigan,
With sourdough rising and nights caving in.
Tangled in threads of the things unsaid,
And a love that was gone before it ever was fed.
It was short, it was sweet,
But Iβll never forgetβ
The way I lost myself in a weekend of love,
And became a girl full of regrets.
