| I can drive by your street and not feel a thing |
| Play all of those songs you used to play me |
| Get drunk with my friends and not think to call |
| Could think of you a little, but I don’t think of you at all |
| I’ve been growing up, getting strong, moving on |
| Then I see an F-150 |
| And all the memories of you just him me |
| You’re driving right through my mind |
| And every time I think I’m fine |
| I see the headlights of an F-150 |
| I can make out with a boy I just met tonight |
| And not feel guilty, not drunk cry |
| I can sip whiskey straight not think of your name |
| Be in any bar and not look for your face |
| I’ve been doing better and okay, yeah |
| But then I see an F-150 |
| And all the memories of you just him me |
| You’re driving right through my mind |
| And every time I think I’m fine |
| I see the headlights of an F-150 |
| But it’s not even your F-150 |
| Let me tell you what it is: |
| It’s the drive-ins, the late nights, the tailgates, and the bonfires |
| Slowing down, growing up, making love, it all sneaks back up |
| Maybe soon it won’t sneak back up |
| When I see an F-150 |
| And all the memories of you won’t him me |
| You’ll be moving on with your life and I’ll be moving on with mine |
| And I’ll be fine |
| When I see an F-150 |
| And all the memories of you won’t him me |
| You’ll be moving on with your life and I’ll be moving on with mine |
| And I’ll be actually fine |
| When I see an F-150 |
| I don’t even notice all those F-150's |
| I’ve been making myself new memories |
| At the drive-ins, the late nights, the tailgates, and the bonfires, yeah |
| I’ll be slowing down, growing up, making love |
| But it won’t be us, no |
| When I see an F-150 |
| I’ll take back what it took from me |