Told me I shouldn't watch
Got in your car, then we were nothing
All the nights in your room, shit we got through
Left in your dust, yeah
Don't know what you got but I thought we had it
Now I'm supposed to act like it doesn't matter

Well, I'm writing it down, getting it out
Here's to me hoping

Someday, I'll come home
And feel like no one's even gone
Play this at my shows
And know that I've been moving on
Someday I'll go to bed
And I'll forget I'm lyin' in your spot
But until someday comes
I'll be writing sad songs

Wish that there was a way
I could have saved one little moment, yeah
Pull it out when I can't
Handle the pain of knowing it's over
I was so intact on the night I met you
Now I'm making sad songs inside my bedroom

But I'm writing it down, getting it out
Here's to me hoping

Someday, I'll come home
And feel like no one's even gone
Play this at my shows
And know that I've been moving on
Someday I'll go to bed
And I'll forget I'm lyin' in your spot
But until someday comes
I'll be writing sad songs

Ooh, ooh
I'll be writing sad songs
Ooh, ooh
I'll be writing sad songs
Ooh, ooh
I'll be writing sad songs
Ooh, ooh
I'll be writing sad songs

I'll be writing sad songs

Someday, I'll come home
And feel like no one's even gone
Play this at my shows
And know that I've been moving on
Someday I'll go to bed
And I'll forget I'm lyin' in your spot
But until someday comes
I'll be writing sad songs

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Writer(s): Annika Marie Wells, Nicholas Daniel Miller, Trevor John Christensen