U.S.S. Wasp Sharon

Goodwill hunting, nothing new
Browsing clothes, me and you
Messy shirt and torn jeans too
She took the nearest exit going 97 south
Made her way to Texas while she ran her fucking mouth

In the backseat of my mind
Getting older, I'm losing track of time
Days run together, I tell myself I'm fine
All my memories feel like they're no longer mine

Sent back your hoodie in the mail
Smelled like perfume and your hair
One less thing I have from you
Now I need another one
But Goodwill doesn't have it
Winter's gonna be colder without you

In the backseat of my mind
Getting older, I'm losing track of time
Days run together, I tell myself I'm fine
All my memories feel like they're no longer mine

Your hands still grip my chest
Sometimes I think you never left
Your insults hurt like a sting
But from a wasp and not a bee
I took the nearest exit going 97 south
Made my way to Texas
Just to see her at a thrift store
With someone else

Someone else
Someone else
Someone else
Someone else
Someone else
Winter's gonna be colder without you
And winter's gonna be colder without you
But, summer's coming soon



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Lephart
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