[Verse 1] The couch is my prison in this empty room, Where shadows dance slow to a lonesome tune. Your picture’s a ghost on the mantle tonight, And the quiet’s a blade cuttin’ deep out of sight. [Chorus] The radio keeps torturin’ my soul, Playin’ songs ‘bout love gone wrong, gone cold. Songs ‘bout cheatin’ and done-me-wrong lies, Every note cuts deeper, no matter how I try. The whiskey keeps your memory at bay, But that damned old radio won’t let it fade away. [Verse 2] I stare at the walls down this midnight road, Your laughter’s an echo in this heavy load. Your scarf’s still draped on that old wooden chair, Every creak of this house says you’re no longer there. [Chorus] The radio keeps torturin’ my soul, Playin’ songs ‘bout love gone wrong, gone cold. Songs ‘bout cheatin’ and done-me-wrong tears, Echoes of the promises that haunt my ears. The whiskey keeps your memory at bay, But that damned old radio won’t let it fade away. [Bridge] I pour out the bottle, let it burn through my chest, Tryin’ to drown out the words you left in this mess. But the dial keeps turnin’, the hurt keeps on playin’, Every chord’s a reminder of the love you were slayin’. [Chorus] The radio keeps torturin’ my soul, Playin’ songs ‘bout love gone wrong, gone cold. Songs ‘bout cheatin’ and done-me-wrong pain, Each one carves your name in the pourin’ rain. The whiskey keeps your memory at bay, But that damned old radio won’t let it fade away. [Outro] So I’ll sit here alone, just me and the sound, Of a heart left to shatter where love ain’t found. The radio’s my jailer, it won’t set me free, Keeps torturin’ my soul with its sad melody.
