I stole the keys to your black Trans Am. Now I’m never looking back again. I can stay out late if it makes me happy. Flirt with the boy who’s looking at me. Whatever it takes to break this heartbreak I’ve had way too long. Getcha goodbye. Getcha goodbye gone. Getcha, getcha goodbye. Getcha goodbye gone. Getcha goodbye. Getcha goodbye gone. Getcha, getcha goodbye. Getcha goodbye gone. Getcha goodbye. Getcha goodbye gone. Getcha, getcha goodbye. Getcha goodbye gone. Getcha goodbye. Getcha goodbye gone. Getcha, getcha goodbye. Getcha goodbye gone.
Goodbye Gone by Lucy Hale















