(Verse 1)
I’ve been drivin’ through the city with the windows down,
Hopin’ every little breeze might calm me down.
Your voice still lives in the static of the radio,
Every station feels like you, and I can’t let it go.
You left fingerprints on everything I touch,
Even on the nights when you ain’t said much.
Love ain’t dyin’ — it’s just learnin’ how to haunt,
And I’m still runnin’ from the things you said you want.
(Pre-Hook)
All these streets feel empty, but they’re full of what we were,
I still hear you laughin’, like the whole damn world was yours.
You moved on like summer — quick, without a sound,
But I’m stuck in the season where my heart broke down.
(Hook)
You’re the ghost in my passenger seat,
A shadow I can’t outrun, a mirror of me.
You’re the song in my chest that I can’t delete,
And I swear I feel you breathin’ when I try to sleep.
Yeah, you’re gone — but you never really leave.
You’re the ghost, you’re the ghost in my passenger seat.
(Verse 2)
I still taste your name on the smoke when I exhale,
Tryna write you out the book, but every chapter fails.
You taught me how to break without makin’ a sound,
How to love somebody that don’t stick around.
I keep your sweater in a box by the door,
’Cause throwin’ it away would feel like losin’ more.
I know you found peace on somebody else’s skin,
But I’m still fightin’ battles that you left within.
(Pre-Hook)
I’ve been patchin’ up the pieces, but the shape don’t fit,
And every time I heal a scar, you still reopen it.
I walk around the memories like a crime-scene tape,
Tryna leave, but every exit leads to yesterday.
(Hook)
You’re the ghost in my passenger seat,
A shadow I can’t outrun, a mirror of me.
You’re the song in my chest that I can’t delete,
And I swear I feel you breathin’ when I try to sleep.
Yeah, you’re gone — but you never really leave.
You’re the ghost, you’re the ghost in my passenger seat.
(Bridge)
Maybe love ain’t supposed to stay, maybe it’s a storm,
Maybe hearts only learn the truth when they get torn.
I ain’t mad you left — I’m mad I still believe
In the version of us that you made me see.
(Outro)
So here’s to the nights when you still come through,
In the cracks of my soul where I painted you.
I’ll drive ’til I learn how to feel complete…
But until then, you ride with me —
Just a ghost in my passenger seat.
