This Ain’t That Song

I've been thinking 'bout you leaving, So I picked up my guitar. Played what I was feeling, I emptied out my heart. Bet you thought it'd be a sad one About you being gone, But this ain't that song. Wondering why you left me And wondering where you're at. Hoping that you'll text me And praying you'll come back. I guess that's where I could be. Oh, but please don't take this wrong, This ain't that song. Yes, if you go your way, I'll go mine. We're gonna be better off, gonna be fine. Keep chasing your life down the highway. Keep it real, live it up like it's Friday. Wish I could tell you, girl, my front porch Light's still on, But this ain't that song. Oh, no. Well, this town is like a prison, All I see is you. I can't ever see me Finding someone new. Yeah, I tried to hold another, Felt nothing but alone. Nah, this ain't that song. Yes, if you go your way, I'll go mine. We're gonna be better off, gonna be fine. Keep chasing your life down the highway. Keep it real, live it up like it's Friday. Wish I could tell you, girl, my front porch Light's still on, but this ain't that song That tries to make you cry. Make you feel bad about your goodbye. This ain't some prideful heart just talking. Girl, keep walking. Girl, keep walking. You go your way, I'll go mine. We're gonna be better off, gonna be fine. Keep chasing your life down the highway. Keep it real, live it up like it's Friday. Wish I could tell you, girl, my front porch Light's still on, But this ain't that song. Been thinking 'bout you leaving, So picked up my guitar.