How you doing on your own
Do you still think about me now
Have you deleted all the pictures of us on your phone
I know it's selfish to be wondering where you are
But I just can't get you out my mind
Oh my heart is bleeding slowly on your t-shirt that you left me
And the backseat of my car still smells like your perfume
Now my palms are getting sweaty and I'm sitting here so lonely
And I'm tired of writing sad love songs about you
I try not to think about the things we never did
Because I know I'll just feel hurt again
Up in New York City, all the girls are crazy pretty
And I know
You'll fit right in
Oh my heart is bleeding slowly on your t-shirt that you left me
And the backseat of my car still smells like your perfume
Now my palms are getting sweaty and I'm sitting here so lonely
And I'm tired of writing sad love songs about you