moving to new york
Soccer Mommy
You're already loving me like I'm long gone
You're already thinking that I'm not the one
I'm already feeling like you're letting go
I can hear it in your voice at 2 a.m. when we talk on the phone
I'm already missing hanging at your shows
Going home with bruises that might never show
Making out in my bedroom with the door closed
Hoping that my mom and dad would never come back home