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I Write Sins Not Tractors

de Alex Melton

I saw you dancing alone on the corner
You didn't even care who saw you
You had a drink in your hand and your phone on the counter
And you didn't even notice that your friends were buzzing you

But you had disappeared into the apartment two doors down
And across the Hall
'Cause your heard that song from your sad girl playlist
Playing out of my Google Home

And you looked at me
And you offered some of your Juice with vodka drink
But I swear, it was the sweetest thing
I said it quite out loud

It's a bitter sweet
Memory now
When you looked at me
And said let's take the long way to your house

Just to see the new Graffiti on the bridge
Around the corner of the little book store
That you used to frequent on your summers off
And I don't even take your word for it
I just needed to see it for myself

It's a funny thing how the times just flies away
And I never meant to stay
Or even stick around
I don't know how

It's been a week, since you left your keys
Bounce the curb as you tried your best
To hide your face, playing down
(Down playing down)
And I can't help but remember

Staring at that old Graffit on the bridge
Around the corner of the little book store
That you used to frequent on your summers off
And I don't even take your word for it
Yeah, I know I fucked up, I'm fine with it
And I don't even take your word for it
I just needed to see it for myself

And I've been thinking about escaping Carolina
It's always fucking warm
But you're not here anymore
And everytime I'm going outside town
I can't remind why I stick around

And I always look at the bridge
Where they covered up that old Graffiti
And they took away the Parking Lot
And replaced with the new cafe
We're Growing up
If it worths a lot

But you don't even take my word for it
And I don't really fuckin care at all
Everything is fine
And we will be alright!

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