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Abby Cates
Abby Cates
Performer
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Abby Cates
Abby Cates
Songwriter
Cleve Wilson
Cleve Wilson
Songwriter
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Cleve Wilson
Cleve Wilson
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Letra

I saw your mom at the grocery store She texted me afterwards I felt like falling on the floor She said, "I miss you, hope you're doing well? And I wish we saw you more" And I knew that was a lie 'Cause you haven't talked to me in at least six months I thought that I was healed but now I'm open like a cut 'Cause I saw your mom at the grocery store And she asked me how I was I should have told her the truth That I don't know who I am after you And I can't stand looking at that fucking pair of Shoes I used to wear with you Or the pictures that I framed of you Oh, I, feel like I'm split in two But I asked about your sister instead 'Cause that's what nice girls do Driving home, the roads all look the same to me I pass your house, I block out all the memories And I don't miss you, I don't wish you well I wish you felt what I had felt She has your eyes, she looks like you I should have told her the truth That I don't know who I am after you And I can't stand looking at that fucking pair of Shoes I used to wear with you Or the pictures that I framed of you Oh, I, feel like I'm split in two I should've let her know that I deleted all the playlists on my phone 'Cause every time that song plays, I just wanna call you So, I meditate now, but the silence is almost just as loud Oh, I feel like I'm split in two But I ask about your sister Oh, I asked about your sister I should've told her the truth I've been terrified, for months, of seeing you Every white car makes my heart stop I cut my hair, I meditate Everything, but change my name Oh, I, I'll never be the same
Writer(s): Abby Cates, Cleve Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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