You’re a passenger in my car
But just the pretended parts
That I sing to in the dark
You’re a lover, I am not
And that’s why I loved you
That’s why I loved you
That’s why I loved you

When I started to fall out of love
Put my arms out extended
And tried to catch it all
When I finally opened my hands up
I’m sorry I wasn’t fast enough

Do you remember
Your hands on my shoulder
In the car in December
Driving to my parent’s house
On the cusp of the state line
New England to Westchester
On thе cusp of loving
And resenting each othеr

I was a passenger in your car
And now I’m ghost who won’t
Answer a call
I was a lover that you were not
And that’s why I loved you
That’s why I loved you
That’s why I loved you