Can't tell you what it really is
Only what it feels like
It's like a pipe bomb dropped in a radio song replaying on every turnpike
It's like a manifest of words
It's like the sky without birds
It's my cardiac arrest when your looking at your best from the pictures on my phone
The way the smoke and the perfume linger
It's a one shot chance on the tip of my finger
And I won't let it go
The last goodbye on a car ride home
Two weeks in and I'm all alone
Oh, but I wont let it go
There's a ghost in the jukebox
And she keeps pressing play
On the songs we sang as children
When everything was ok
Repeating every single word
That we had ever said
There's a ghost in the jukebox
Every night when I lay down for bed
There are no words to describe this thing
It's neither happiness nor pain
Its like a one lane tunnel with the headlights coming are we crashing or are we swerving?
It's like I'm out in the open water
While the sharks try to drag me under
Gasping for air
Praying you're there
Knowing that you'll come tomorrow
For the smoke and the perfume linger
It's a one shot chance on the tip of my finger
And I wont let it go
The last goodbye on a car ride home
Three weeks in and I'm still alone
Oh, but I wont let it go
There's a ghost in the jukebox
And she keeps pressing play
On the songs we sang as children
When everything was ok
Repeating every single word
That we had ever said
There's a ghost in the jukebox
Every night when I lay down for bed
For the smoke and the perfume linger
It's a one shot chance on the tip of my finger
And I won't let it go
The last goodbye on a car ride home
One month in and I'm still alone
Oh, but I wont let it go
There's a ghost in the jukebox
And she keeps pressing play
On the songs we sang as children
When everything was ok
Repeating every single word
That we had ever said
There's a ghost in the jukebox
Every night when I lay down for bed
When I lay down for bed

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