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