Glovebox Testimony

[Verse 1]
Hey, it's me. So I bought that '03 Civic off KSL,
Found your green CTR ring under the driver's side rail.
Smells like Tabasco packets and expired perfume,
And the ghost of you is haunting this little metal room.

[Pre-Chorus]
There's a bruise-colored stain on the passenger door,
Every scratch on the dash is a tally in some secret war.

[Chorus]
Oh, Jessica Petersen, who were you trying to be?
With a map to the ocean you never got to see?
This whole car is a scar, a story I'm reading wrong,
Just a four-wheeled phantom limb now that you're gone.

[Verse 2]
Wait, hang on... there's a mixtape stuck in the cassette deck,
It's just blink-182 and a sermon on a background check.
Found a receipt for a tattoo shop in Vegas from last July,
And a cracked rearview mirror that's afraid to meet my eye.

[Pre-Chorus]
A note on the visor says, "God is my co-pilot," in your mom's hand,
Underneath it you wrote, "Then get out and walk, man."

[Chorus]
Oh, Jessica Petersen, who were you trying to be?
With a map to the ocean you never got to see?
This whole car is a scar, a story I'm reading wrong,
Just a four-wheeled phantom limb now that you're gone.

[Bridge]
I just... I feel like I know you, you know? It's so weird.
I bet you drove barefoot, I bet you always steered with your knee.
I hope you made it out. I hope you're finally breathing.

[Outro]
Yeah, a four-wheeled phantom limb since you fled the scene.
(MUSIC CUTS. 4 SECONDS OF SILENCE, ONLY FAINT VINYL CRACKLE)
(Spoken, quiet) The check engine light just came on.