Backseat of My Mind

[Verse 1]
Sunday afternoon
Your hoodie on my chair
Coffee getting cold
Your ghost in every stare
Tried to change the sheets
Still smell your cheap cologne
Laughing at a rerun
Talking to my phone (yeah)
[Chorus]
You’re in the backseat of my mind
Singing along to every line
I drive in circles just to find
A way to leave you all behind
But every road I take
I swear
Leads me back to when you cared
You’re in the backseat of my mind
And you won’t get out this time
[Verse 2]
Friends say “give it time”
I say that I’m fine
Then I hear your name
And I’m back in that July
Window down at midnight
Your hand out in the wind
Kissed you at the red light
Hoped it’d never end (oh)
[Chorus]
You’re in the backseat of my mind
Singing along to every line
I drive in circles just to find
A way to leave you all behind
But every road I take
I swear
Leads me back to when you cared
You’re in the backseat of my mind
And you won’t get out this time
[Bridge]
Maybe I should hate you
Would that make it fade
But I still save a space
On my pillow
In my brain
[Chorus]
You’re in the backseat of my mind
Singing along to every line
I drive in circles just to find
A way to leave you all behind
But every road I take
I swear
Leads me back to when you cared
You’re in the backseat of my mind
Yeah
You’re in the backseat of my mind
And you won’t get out this time (no)

pop, Clean, bittersweet pop with warm synth pads, mid-tempo drums, and fingerpicked electric guitar; male vocals. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, then the chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a brighter top-line. Subtle bass movement and soft percussion keep it moving; bridge strips to vocal and guitar before a final, lifted hook.