I can taste your lemonade

Bittersweet like every summer fling

And keeping up with all your stories

Talking to your ghost when I'm asleep

No you're never really dead to me

Maybe that's the mystery of us

I use to think when you were gone

I would still hear voices in the halls

I could feel the red rain on me

I can see you shaking when I kiss

You still hit me like a buzz

Seventeen and drunk enough to wish

And you really got your hooks on me

Maybe that's the punishment for love

I still stay up late at night

Trying to hear your voices in the halls

In the halls

In the halls

In the halls

You could hear me late at night

Singing to the voices in the halls

Every time we drive the coast

Heading toward las vegas in your car?

Playing on your broken speakers

Me asleep and warm inside your arms

No it's never like what it used to be

Maybe it's just never really was

But every night when I get home

I can hear your voices in the halls

Every night when I'm alone

I can hear your voices in the halls