I was getting sick of flatland blues
Getting tired of always seeing you with someone new
You never liked my guys and so be it
Always thinking we were a better fit
Now you're running off to corny island
With the eyes of a lifetime and nerve to find him
Camping out west with a pack of beer
Wishing somebody else was here
I was getting sick of flatland food
Missed you taking me out and changing the mood
Sit in pink and talking for hours
Getting all drenched in a pretty shower
Nobody else is gonna say what I do
No one's gonna stop you from being you
And moving away where I can't see you
Knowing our stars are pure and true
I was getting sick of never being with you
Time makes it better but yes it's true
I don't know if I'll ever let go
Of what ifs and double rainbows
Nothing's gonna change the course laid out
I want the best for you and the biggest trout
And maybe I won't get over you
Maybe I don't really ever want to
