Backseat Radio Shine

You sent a voice note from a rest stop phone Laughing through

static like you're not alone

In the back seat

with the city blurring Talking fast while the diesel's purring You smile

for the story but you mean none of it Just another town

and you're done with it

Under the flicker of the shower token light

Trading our shadows for the highway night

Oh, that truck-stop glamour,

shining so fake Living on the promises we didn't quite make

Rolling down the windows just to let it all go

Fast lane, high beam,

radio show

(yeah) Yeah, we're blurring,

we're blurring out (we're blurring out)

No direction, just the dashboard light

Another three minutes of a simulated grin

Recycling the places that we've already been

But the transmission cuts before the heavy part

You always knew how to fake a broken heart

Just another voice note

in the dark