Your Instagram - Tyler Ward

Blurry yellow dashes on the interstate

I can see her laughing as they drive away

He’s got Wall Street money and that West Coast fame

She captions «happy, I’m glad I got away», yeah you got away

We made plans

But you left this broken heart in me

Couldn’t miss your chance

And I don’t need to

But I keep up through your Instagram

I see the life you’re chasing down on Lovers' Lane

Those big blue sunglasses coloring up some sort of pain

And that dress you’re wearing, I bet you still

But does he know the stories and the scars beneath that shade of green

I bet he couldn’t tell you your favorite colors

Or the place that you ran to when your mom wasn’t sober

We made plans

But you left this broken heart in me

Couldn’t miss your chance

And I don’t need to

But I keep up through your Instagram

Are you lonely now?

Now?

That old leather jacket, the one she left behind

I boxed it up, addressed it to the girl

The girl beneath the Hollywood sign

And if you see her, there’s a note

And tell her she is more than welcome to come back home

Just come back home

We made plans

But you left this broken heart in me

Had to take your chance

I’m gonna miss you

So I keep up through your Instagram