Page 148 of The Song We Lost

Maybe I got tired of waiting

For a ghost to come back home

Maybe I got tired of loving

Someone better left alone

I spent too many nights

Trying to hold that line

But tonight I’m drawing mine

I’m tired of being alone

So turn it up, let the speakers break

Let the midnight make its mistakes

If the rumours start to fly again

Let ’em ride the wind

I’m done being the girl who stayed

For a love that slipped away

If you’re asking how I’m doing now

Baby look around

I’m a little louder, a little unchained

A little reckless in the best damn way

If losing you’s the price I pay

Then I guess I’m wild again

Well I heard your name on the radio

Half the world trying to guess your heart

But the truth ain’t in the headlines

It’s right here in this bar

You’ve been carrying a ghost around

Like it’s something you should keep

But every queen I ever met

Knows she needs to be seen

You can burn that past

Like a photograph