We’re getting ready for the weekend

Once it’s time to quit, I’m jumping out of my skin

Can’t wait to see old friends

But I’m a little anxious about spending so much time cooped up

After you blew up in our group chat

Lately you’ve really been a fucking dick

I’m just trying to have a good time

But you’re killing my vibe, now nothing ever seems right

It always feels like you’re a phantom

Sucking all the life out of the party and

Clinging to the backseat with your headphones in again

I start to see a pattern

You’re slipping outside for the seventh time today

I used to always dread when the tour is over

But now I can’t wait

But we’re not going home for three more fucking days

I’m just trying to have a good time

But you’re killing my vibe now nothing ever seems right

It always feels like you’re a phantom

Can’t distinguish if you’re real or avoiding us like

You’re walking through the walls, disappearing in the sun

Well I don’t believe in ghosts

Show me what’s real to you

Show me you’re real

‘Cause I’ve got no more reason to believe in you

It always feels like you’re a phantom

It always feels like you’re a phantom

It always feels like you’re a phantom