Texty

That weekend trip to Breckenridge Still taste the vodka on your lips The camera always loved your smile That one I took your hair's a mess You wore my t-shirt like a dress Said I'd erase it but I lied That video of you singing happy birthday It's stuck on replay in the worst way Now I'm sitting here Face lit up by a screen Pictures of you and me Five hundred and seventeen Know what I need to do To get over you But I put it off and I stall Can't find the strength to press it Delete all Delete all Screenshots of homes in Tennessee That Pinterest board engagement ring Mixed in with dresses you tried on I'd have to scroll for a minute To find one without you in it If I hit delete I lose 2019 So I'm sitting here Face lit up by a screen Pictures of you and me Five hundred and seventeen Know what I need to do To get over you But I put it off and I stall Can't find the strength to press it Delete all Delete all Can't do it not get any closer If I go through with it that means it's over Now I'm sitting here Face lit up by a screen Pictures of you and me Five hundred and seventeen Know what I need to do To get over you But I put it off and I stall Can't find the strength to press it Delete all Delete all
Writer(s): Joe Tounge, Spencer Charles Crandall, Anthony Joseph Gatio, Olivia Faye Floyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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