Sounds

I turn my radio up. My subs start to hit. Depending on the music. It sounds pretty sick. But as my mirrors flex. And my truck starts to shake. I can't get rid of my heart ache.

You see. It started when I saw you. Then got worse when you kissed him. Then suddenly ended when I knew you didn't miss him. I know you think of me. So it's never too bad. But to look back. I wish I had what we had. But I've moved on. Or at least that's what I say. So while you kiss him. I'll find a new fiddle to play.