Driving down Broadway

Saw you colored your hair

At the bar on Front Street

I finally met your new man

Passed your mom in her driveway, surprised she waved her hand

I thought she hated my guts after everything that I’ve said

You called me that same night, I’m tryna make it all make sense

But I still can’t

I’m cleaning messes that you left the second we’re done speaking

Am I wishing you were here?

Or am I glad you’re leaving?

Trying not to lose my head while picking up your pieces

There’s nothing left worth holding on to

There’s ghosts in this room

There’s ghosts in this room

Yeah, we’ll both say that \"it’s all love\"

Then get in our heads and rip each other’s off

I keep on trying to just mind mine

Why can’t you let me go?

Oh my, my, my!

I’d right my wrongs

You’d write yours off

I can’t keep up, you can’t get lost

You can’t keep hitting me up all night

I’m reading messages you left

I thought we were done speaking

Am I wishing you were here?

Or am I glad you’re leaving?

Trying not to lose my head while picking up your pieces

There’s nothing left worth holding on to

There’s ghosts in this room

There’s ghosts in this room

I’m cleaning messes that you left the second we’re done speaking

Am I wishing you were here?

Or am I glad you’re leaving?

Trying not to lose my head while picking up your pieces

There’s nothing left worth holding on to

There’s ghosts in this room