Lofi Ghost Girl
Apr 13, 2026 · 59 min read
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Midnight.
The freeway.
Nothing but time.
Us, the rhythm,
the feeling—sublime.
Tired,
up late,
miles from home.
Rain tunnel.
Blue fog.
Banks of snow.
Calmed down.
Zoned out.
Present.
Yo.
The beat
in your chest—
you feel it let go.
Driving.
Vibing.
Bumping inside.
Everything.
Nothing.
Our worlds collide.
⸻
A car
leaps out of the fog.
Pink neon.
Black Civic.
Disco ball.
Steady.
Creeping.
Pulls right beside.
No problem.
You look—
nothing inside.
No driver.
There was—no driver?
It drove all alone.
For miles,
past trees
and reflectors aglow.
Crunched metal,
bent frame—
it cruised on its own.
Not scared.
Chillin.
Vibing.
Cold.
⸻
Cool air,
pink light,
the beat,
and the noise.
Just you,
the car,
the road,
and the boys.
Then you see her—
the vision,
the girl of your dreams.
A ghost.
A phantom.
She’s lighting the scene.
Jet-black,
grey streak,
lipstick—
deep red.
Beauty mark.
Full lips.
Neck tat—
undead.
You feel her,
her aura—
calling you home.
Her purpose.
Her secrets.
Her desires—
unknown.
⸻
Ghost girl.
She feels your heart.
Pulling you.
Pulling us.
Pulling the car.
To nowhere.
To nowhere.
Cruising—
Lofi Ghost Girl.
Cruising—
Jade Ghost Girl.
Just cruising along.
The flow-state—
vibrant,
pumping,
strong.
⸻
The pulse.
Her rhythm—
an endless soundtrack.
The feel
of the steering wheel,
chills up your back.
Lofi Ghost Girl,
on earth again.
Jade Ghost Girl,
my spectral girlfriend…
Wait.
Who?
⸻
Outro
Her time to go.
Her blinker—
it flickers.
Her car starts to slow.
Gone.
Forever. Alone.
No long goodbyes.
Leaving you,
and the boys,
and what’s left of the vibe.
Beautiful Ghost Girl,
gone in the mist.
Lofi Ghost Girl,
sorely missed.
⸻
Midnight.
The freeway.
Nothing but…
Ghost Girl
Midnight.
The freeway.
Nothing but time.
Us, the rhythm,
the feeling—sublime.
Tired,
up late,
miles from home.
Rain tunnel.
Blue fog.
Banks of snow.
Calmed down.
Zoned out.
Present.
Yo.
The beat
in your chest—
you feel it let go.
Driving.
Vibing.
Bumping inside.
Everything.
Nothing.
Our worlds collide.
⸻
A car
leaps out of the fog.
Pink neon.
Black Civic.
Disco ball.
Steady.
Creeping.
Pulls right beside.
No problem.
You look—
nothing inside.
No driver.
There was—no driver?
It drove all alone.
For miles,
past trees
and reflectors aglow.
Crunched metal,
bent frame—
it cruised on its own.
Not scared.
Chillin.
Vibing.
Cold.
⸻
Cool air,
pink light,
the beat,
and the noise.
Just you,
the car,
the road,
and the boys.
Then you see her—
the vision,
the girl of your dreams.
A ghost.
A phantom.
She’s lighting the scene.
Jet-black,
grey streak,
lipstick—
deep red.
Beauty mark.
Full lips.
Neck tat—
undead.
You feel her,
her aura—
calling you home.
Her purpose.
Her secrets.
Her desires—
unknown.
⸻
Ghost girl.
She feels your heart.
Pulling you.
Pulling us.
Pulling the car.
To nowhere.
To nowhere.
Cruising—
Lofi Ghost Girl.
Cruising—
Jade Ghost Girl.
Just cruising along.
The flow-state—
vibrant,
pumping,
strong.
⸻
The pulse.
Her rhythm—
an endless soundtrack.
The feel
of the steering wheel,
chills up your back.
Lofi Ghost Girl,
on earth again.
Jade Ghost Girl,
my spectral girlfriend…
Wait.
Who?
⸻
Outro
Her time to go.
Her blinker—
it flickers.
Her car starts to slow.
Gone.
Forever. Alone.
No long goodbyes.
Leaving you,
and the boys,
and what’s left of the vibe.
Beautiful Ghost Girl,
gone in the mist.
Lofi Ghost Girl,
sorely missed.
⸻
Midnight.
The freeway.
Nothing but…