[Verse 1] I left a piece of my soul in the rearview I had to, just to make it through I don't know when I stopped looking back Sometime before you became the past It wasn't the choice made Even if it cut me like a blade And most days I believe It was the only one I could see [Pre-Chorus] I think I forgot to grieve me properly I got back in the car and drove And every single mile I figured The distance would make it easier... [Chorus] Eighty on the dash, headlights cutting through the gray Left myself behind just to make my getaway Staring at the glass that I learned to drive without Running out of road, but I never run him out He doesn't ask for much, he doesn't wave goodbye Just matching every mile underneath a dead sky Eighty on the dash... and he’s still keeping pace You can’t outrun a ghost when it’s wearing your own face [Verse 2] There are songs I can't hear anymore Not because they remind me of the old me Because they don't And it’s not the hurting, it’s the choke It’s the cruel little turn of the joke Is what I mean when I say I've stopped checking the mirror every day Not because he's gone… [Pre-Chorus] I think I forgot to grieve me properly I got back in the car and drove And every single mile I figured The distance would make it easier... [Chorus] Eighty on the dash, headlights cutting through the gray Left myself behind just to make my getaway Staring at the glass that I learned to drive without Running out of road, but I never run him out He doesn't ask for much, he doesn't wave goodbye Just matching every mile underneath a dead sky Eighty on the dash... and he’s still keeping pace You can’t outrun a ghost when it’s wearing your own face [Bridge] I wonder sometimes What would happen if I slowed down... I don't slow down. I just wonder And keep the needle right where it is... [Final Chorus] Eighty on the dash, headlights cutting through the gray Left myself behind just to make my getaway Staring at the glass that I learned to drive without Running out of road, but I never run him out He doesn't ask for much, he doesn't wave goodbye Just matching every mile underneath a dead sky Eighty on the dash... and he’s still keeping pace You can’t outrun a ghost when it’s wearing your own face [Outro] Eighty on the dash... Eighty on the dash...
