Blackout Candle

(hummmm) Blew out the candle on a blackout cake

But the smoke still traces the mistakes we made

Locked in a bathroom stall just to catch my breath

Your blocked number is still a ghost in my head (ahhh)

And I saw you smiling in a memory

But you didn't mean a single word to me

Oh,

why do we hold to the wreckage of us?

Turning our gold

back into the dust (yeah)

Now the cabin radio plays a quiet song

To remind me how long you've been gone

Oh,

why do we hold to the wreckage of us?

Turning our gold

back into the dust (ooh)

Just a ghost in my head...