Lyrics : Noah Conrad/Mason Stoops/Laufey/Tucker Pillsbury
Music : Noah Conrad/Mason Stoops/Laufey/Tucker Pillsbury
You were a brand new, blue jean, picket on the front lawn
A reason just to get off the floor
From a friend to a stranger, a simple rearranger
Should I even open that door?
It was a Sunday morning hanging by a shoelace
Felt like you were starting a war
Now you're changing, and moving, I'll take my ass to Houston
Cause I don't think you love me anymore
It's alright
You were a headache, somedays, but surely no one’s perfect
Well loving you’s like doing a chore
Instead of blaming and bruising, and watching what I’m losing
I don't think I love you anymore
And if this is my goodbye
It's been the longest of my life
I see my shoes have been filled
And still, all I can hope is that he's treating you nice
I see the new man you're holding, the bar is finally closing
I don't know what I'm bugging you for
Between the silence and the mileage, the feelings you were hiding
I don't think you love me anymore
And I don't think I love you anymore
But I don’t think I’ll ever be so sure