Backseat Ghosts

Start. Smoke rolls thick, the windows scream. Shadows dance in a 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 lights. Backseat ghosts, they bite, they bite. Crushed 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, hey. Backseat ghosts, they haunt my nights. Fingers trace the edge of fights. What we said still burns like lights. Backseat ghosts, they bite, they bite. The headrest held your quiet rage. The seatbelt locked us in a cage. Rearview mirror, frozen stage. Memories take a pill, worry page.