Red digits on the clock 3 a.m. and counting cracks Static on the TV glow Matches all the lines I lack Burn marks on the steering wheel Ghosts asleep in every seat Talk to my reflection like It’s the only one that doesn’t leave These neon wounds Still bleeding in the dark I keep tracing all the scars Like I’m reading tarot cards These neon wounds They flicker when you call I’m still standing in that parking lot Waiting for a life to stall Your jacket in the backroom Smells like cheap perfume and rain Every time I pass it by I can almost spell your name Tire tracks on blacktop Circle back to where we crashed Funny how the rearview Only shows me what I never had These neon wounds Still bleeding in the dark I keep tracing all the scars Like I’m reading tarot cards These neon wounds They flicker when you call I’m still standing in that parking lot Waiting for a life to stall If I hit the gas Would it change a thing? Or drag this hurt across another state line? (oh) If I killed the lights Would you disappear Or would your shadow still be tangled up in mine? These neon wounds Still bleeding in the dark I keep tracing all the scars Like I’m reading tarot cards These neon wounds They flicker when you call I’m still standing in that parking lot Waiting for a life to stall
