Chase Wright - Wish Youd Miss Me Apr 2026

He closed his eyes and could almost hear her laugh over the jukebox. He imagined her sitting in her new apartment, looking at an old hoodie he’d forgotten to take, and feeling that sharp, sudden ache of "what if."

"You okay, man?" the bartender asked, wiping down the counter. CHASE WRIGHT - Wish Youd Miss Me

Chase looked up, a bittersweet smile tugging at his mouth. "Yeah," he said, finishing his drink. "Just wishing for something I probably shouldn't." He closed his eyes and could almost hear

The neon sign of "The Bluebird" flickered, casting a rhythmic red glow over the wet pavement. Inside, the air smelled of stale beer and old heartbreaks, but Chase didn't mind. He leaned against the mahogany bar, his fingers tracing the condensation on his glass. He wasn't there for the drink; he was there for the ghost of a girl who used to sit on the stool next to him. "Yeah," he said, finishing his drink