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