Ashtray in the Kitchen

Ashtray in the kitchen

Half-washed cups in the sink

You said you’re done with fiction

But you quote me every drink

Old band tee on the carpet

Ripped at the collar and sleeve

You’re talking like a movie

I’m packing up to leave

You keep scratching at the same old scar

Like it’s gonna give you back who you are

I’ve heard this speech

I know this part

I’m not your comeback story

I’m not your favorite wreck

You only love me when I’m

Bleeding on your front steps (hey!)

You scribble hearts on bar napkins

Then you tear them all to shreds

I’m not your comeback story

I’m just the ghost in your bed

Playlist stuck on that summer

When you swore you’d change for real

You still crash at your mother’s

Still confuse a bruise with a thrill

There’s takeout on the counter

You swear you’re turning the page

But every promise you pout out

Just tastes like backstage rage

You keep preaching like a midnight star

But your halo’s in a mason jar

I’ve heard this speech

I know this part

I’m not your comeback story

I’m not your favorite wreck

You only love me when I’m

Bleeding on your front steps (woah)

You scribble hearts on bar napkins

Then you tear them all to shreds

I’m not your comeback story

I’m just the ghost in your bed

So scream my name

Into your cracked-screen phone

Tell your friends

You’re better off alone

I’ll be fine

Eating fries at dawn (yeah)

Laughing at the way

You’ll put me in your song

I’m not your comeback story

I’m not your favorite wreck

You only love me when I’m

Bleeding on your front steps

You scribble hearts on bar napkins

Then you tear them all to shreds

I’m not your comeback story

I’m just the ghost in your bed

Just the ghost in your bed (hey!)

Just the ghost in your bed