Old Thoughts

Aisle 9.

Frozen dinners.

She said, “Hey.”

And I forgot how to breathe.

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I saw her by the cereal, lookin’ like a dream

Same black boots, same ripped-up jeans

She smiled like nothin’ ever went wrong

But my chest caved in like a wrecked love song

She said, “How’ve you been?” with that crooked grin

I said, “Still fucked up, still wearin’ thin”

We laughed too loud, like we used to do

But the silence after hit like déjà vu

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Old thoughts, like knives in my brain

She smelled like heartbreak and summer rain

I wanted to scream, I wanted to stay

But I just said, “Yeah, I’m okay”

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Old thoughts in a checkout line

She touched my arm and I lost my spine

I swore I was over it, swear I was fine

But she said my name and I crossed that line

Old thoughts like a car crash kiss

She said, “You look good,” and I tasted bliss

I paid for my shit, didn’t say goodbye

Now I’m screaming her name to the sky

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She asked if I still write those songs

I said, “Only when the pain’s too strong”

She laughed and said, “That sounds like you”

And I bled inside like I always do

She grabbed a bottle of cheap red wine

I remembered nights when that was mine

She said, “I’m happy now,” and I said, “Cool”

But my heart played dead like a goddamn fool

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Old thoughts, like ghosts in my bed

She smiled and the past filled my head

I wanted to run, I wanted to cry

But I just said, “Take care, alright?”

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Old thoughts in a checkout line

She touched my arm and I lost my spine

I swore I was over it, swear I was fine

But she said my name and I crossed that line

Old thoughts like a car crash kiss

She said, “You look good,” and I tasted bliss

I paid for my shit, didn’t say goodbye

Now I’m screaming her name to the sky

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I hate that I still want her back

I hate that I still feel the crack

I hate that I still write her name

On every goddamn song I claim

Old thoughts in a checkout line

She touched my arm and I lost my spine

I swore I was over it, swear I was fine

But she said my name and I crossed that line

Old thoughts like a car crash kiss

She said, “You look good,” and I tasted bliss

I paid for my shit, didn’t say goodbye

Now I’m screaming her name to the sky

🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵

Aisle 9.

Frozen dinners.

She said, “Hey.”

And I still haven’t healed.