Backseat Ghosts 1

Smoke rolls thick, the window screams. Shadows dance in the high beam dream. Leather cracks like a broken seam. A coffin of whispers in the backseat steam. Backseat ghosts, they haunt my nights. Fingers trace the edge of fights. What we said still burns like lies. Backseat ghosts, they bite, they bite. Backseat ghosts, they haunt my nights. Fingers trace the edge of fights. What we said still burns like lies. Backseat ghosts, they bite, they bite. Crunching soda cans like metal bones. Music loud, but we're alone. Silent wars in undertones. That backseat's got a heart of stone. I see it, I feel it. The air still reeks of blame. I hear it, I breathe it. Every lie that fed the flame. Backseat ghosts, they haunt my nights. Fingers trace the edge of fights. What we said still burns like lies. Backseat ghosts, they bite, they bite. Backseat ghosts, they haunt my nights. Fingers trace the edge of fights. What we said still burns like lies. Backseat ghosts, they bite, they bite. The air rattles out your quiet rage. A seatbelt locked us in a cage. Rearview mirror's frozen stage. Memories echo through every page.