Voicemail On Aisle Nine

Checked my second tab on Instagram

There's a ghost of us I didn't plan

You were laughing

by the grocery aisle nine

Holding up a cheap

box of wine (yeah)

And that old voicemail plays back in my head

All the simple things we never said

We had that windows-down kind of devotion

Driving fast through every single emotion

Just a cheap-date dream that we used to hold

Now it's a story left out in the cold (ooh-ooh)

Now the person that I almost was

Replays the tape just because

Of the cheap-date devotion

we had in our eyes

Underneath those heavy southern skies

Just a second tab

On a screen (mmmmm)