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Told me I shouldn't watch, got in your car and then we were nothing. All the nights in your room, shit we got through, left in your dust, yeah. Don't know what you got but I thought we had it. Now I supposed to act like it doesn't matter. But I'm writing it out getting it out here's to me hoping. Someday I'll come home and feel like no one's even gone. Play this at my shows, and know that I've been moving on. Someday I'll go to bed and I'll forget that I'm lying your spot. But until someday comes, I'll be writing sad songs