It hits you when, you least expect, something you've done, something you should not have said,
Places I go, echo your name, empty rooms where the good times should have remained.

Flickering footage goes round in my head, it's on repeat but I'm trying to find the remote to delete it.

(Chorus) 
Been putting coins in my shame jukebox, shameful memories spinning round my head.
Been putting coins in my shame jukebox, shameful memories spinning round my head.

I've got ghosts, more than most, they visit me because they know I'm the perfect host,
What should have been, us in bed, turned into nothing, I should have kept my mouth shut instead.

Flickering footage goes round in my head, it's on repeat but I'm trying to find the remote to delete it.

(Chorus)
Been putting coins in my shame jukebox, shameful memories spinning round my head.
Been putting coins in my shame jukebox, shameful memories spinning round my head.

Shame Jukebox

Drew Lovell