Headlights
I still recognize your headlights
Street sign
I still drive past your street sign sometimes
Everything reminds me
Of how it used to be
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of this
I'm done being sad
I'm done being sad it's such a waste of time
Stop looking at had
And start focusing on have or you'll get trapped in time
I'm done with everything reminding me
Of how it used to be
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of this
I still see you on Instagram
Mind's captured like an insta cam
And I don't know if I'll ever love again
We had promises like a covenant
Stretching me like a rubber band
You're every where I look and
I don't know if I'll forget don't think I can
Don't think I can
Don't think I can