There must be a list
Of those certain songs
I haven't listened to in months,
Not since summer
When I drove through the heat
My windows down
Toward the coast
Toward you.

Some are love songs
Some are sad songs
Some are both;
They're all a little bit ruined
Now that I remember how
I felt when I heard them
When you meant something
And before I learned.

I've gotten past you
But these silly songs
They don't help.
I know they're just words
And a melody,
A catchy beat,
Sound waves.
But they don't change what happened