Benson Boone - GHOST TOWN

You fill me up till you're empty
I took too much and you let me
We've been down all these roads before
And what we found don't live there anymore

It's dark
It's cold
If my hand is not the one you're meant to hold

Maybe you'd be happier with someone else
Maybe loving me's the reason you can't love yourself
Before I turn your heart into a ghost town
Show me everything we built so I can tear it all down
Down, down, down, down