You're going to do great things, You're going to love hard,
You're going to have people screaming your name,
You're going to drink beer and shoot the bull with your friends,
They're going to ask about the girl in your songs,
And for the first time in a long time you'll feel something,
You'll think about me.
Every night after a few drinks, You'll stumble on stage with your cigarette,
Telling your fans, this one goes out to the one who got away,
The one that I should of chased,
The one that has my heart every day,
The one that I fall asleep in the memories,
And on that stage you'll feel the pain,
Of missing me.