She put on a song that he showed her
With her passenger's seat now vacant
She had to hit mute
Yeah, it was too much
She misses how he used to hold her
And she'll think about it for hours
No, she can't move on
Everytime that she bumps that song she starts to think
"What does he know about love?
What does he know?
Has he felt it with anyone?
And can he relate to this song?
Has he shown it to another one since me?
Probably"
Hypotheticals are such a long shot
And you're probably overthinking
Don't apologize
That's the start of your demise
Living in your head is a prison
And you're 20 years into your sentence
The shackles on tight
In solitary confinement
What do you know about love?
What do you know?
Have you felt it with anyone?
And can you relate to this song?
Have you shown it to another one since me?