My baby left me yesterday,
Packed her bags and went away,
High heels on the carpet,
Took my keys and craved her name into my car seat.

And that's the last one I let push me around,
I've said it before but I mean it now,
Get me out this city, I just need to clear my mind.

We left this evening, gave them twenty dollars for some gas in Boston,
grab a bite but now we're taking off,
When we got to Melrose, fifteen nights of April,
We just drank our sorrows, talked about the day we'll have it all.

- Charlie Puth "Ride To Melrose"