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 covering 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? That old leather jacket, the one she left behind I boxed it up, addressed it to the girl The girl beneath the Hollywood sign And if you see her, there's a note And tell her she is more than welcome to come back home Just come back home We made plans But you left this broken heart in me Had to take your chance I'm gonna miss you So I keep up through your Instagram