Left Jacket Lingers

You left your corduroy jacket on the second chair

(mhm) Your keys were hanging right beside the door

But you walked out into the cold October air

And didn't look back anymore

Now you live inside a shared playlist I never open

A digital ghost in a list of songs we used to know

While your thrift-store mirror selfie on my bedroom wall

Stares back at me so slow

(stares back so slow) Three cups of coffee sitting cold upon the

sill

The record player spinning out of time

I collect these moments but they only make me chill

Your handprint lingering in mine

Just a shared playlist on the screen (ooh)

In the dusty thrift-store mirror