Lyrics Butch Walker – Record Store

I drove through two states, you hate
To make sure you’re alright
You’re a beauty, but You look like hell
Standing in this light

I can’t call you by your stage name
You’re still the girl I know
That hated wearing dresses and loved the radio
Do you still bite your lip till it bleeds every time that you get sad

Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain’t there anymore
You can sing to me that song
About time moving on
I wanna love like I loved you when I could

I came from white trash, whiplash, road rash from a bike
You drank from a wine glass, stage pass,
In your belt loop tied little baby made it out of here
When ambition was the only drug you tried

You found a chain-smokin, soft spoken, house broken man
Only so you won’t be lonely and all because you can
And when you tell me things are perfect
Your hand starts to tremble when you lie

Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain’t there anymore
My god it’s been so long
What the hell went wrong
I wanna love like I loved you when I could

What if things had been different
And you ended up with me

I cried a thousand nights for you
When I could feel your pain
Those times the bottom fell through
Like a dog left in the rain
All lovesick and loaded
Come on let’s go back to where we met

Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain’t here anymore
I’ll fumble through our song
And make you hum along
You can love like you loved me when you could