The sun is unbearable and awkward,
my pockets are empty
Not because my bar tab was high,
or my wages are low
But because of my heavy debt to the jukebox
You can’t sweet talk her into playing,
she only takes cash
I play the same song every time,
in hopes that you can hear it,
All the way up in your tower
But you weren’t up there tonight,
you were out, forgetting my name
The only way you can
I wish I could do the same
But I’m more likely to stab myself in the back,
than admit I miss you