Passenger

You're a passenger in my car

But just the pretended parts

That I sing to in the dark

You're a lover, I am not

And that's why I loved you

That's why I loved you

That's why I loved you

When I started to fall out of love

Put my arms out extended and tried to catch it all

When I finally opened my hands up

I'm sorry, I wasn't fast enough

Do you remember

Your hand on my shoulder

In the car in December

Driving to my parent's house

On the cusp of the state line

New England to Westchester on

The cusp of loving and

Resenting each other

I was a passenger in your car

And now I'm ghost who won't

Answer a call

I was a lover that you were not

And that's why I left you

That's why I loved you

That's why I loved you