Backseat Receipt

You left your key on my dash

Mint gum, old parking stub

Red stain on the receipt

From the food truck by the club

You said “just one more call”

Then you vanished in the rain

Now your hoodie’s in my seat

And your name still shakes the frame

I kept the lighter

You kept the lie

I saw your text glow

Then I watched it slide

Don’t call my phone

Don’t call my phone

You had your chance

Now let it go

Don’t call my phone

Don’t call my phone

I know your touch

I know the road

Ice in the cup by the sink

Shoebox under the bed

You still got my good shirt

Folded up with your red thread

I heard you out past noon

Laughing like you never knew

Now I’m locking every door

Just to keep from missing you

I kept the lighter

You kept the lie

I saw your text glow

Then I watched it slide

Don’t call my phone

Don’t call my phone

You had your chance

Now let it go

Don’t call my phone

Don’t call my phone

I know your touch

I know the road

Maybe we were smoke

Maybe we were heat

Maybe you were restless

Maybe you were me

But the seat’s still warm

And the night still knows

How you left that mark

And where I let it go

Don’t call my phone

Don’t call my phone

You had your chance

Now let it go

Don’t call my phone

Don’t call my phone

I know your touch

I know the road