Your Instagram

Blurry yellow dashes on the interstate
I can see her laughing as they drive away
He’s got Wall Street money and that West Coast fame
She captions «happy, I’m glad I got away», yeah you got away
We made plans
But you left this broken heart in me
Couldn’t miss your chance
And I don’t need to
But I keep up through your Instagram
I see the life you’re chasing down on Lovers' Lane
Those big blue sunglasses coloring up some sort of pain
And that dress you’re wearing, I bet you still
But does he know the stories and the scars beneath that shade of green
I bet he couldn’t tell you your favorite colors
Or the place that you ran to when your mom wasn’t sober
We made plans
But you left this broken heart in me
Couldn’t miss your chance
And I don’t need to
But I keep up through your Instagram
Are you lonely now?
Now?