Annie Don't Say Sorry
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Verse 1
Annie packed her summer dresses in the cold New England snow
Left a note beside her coffee cup saying, “I’ve got to go”
Two lunchboxes sitting on the counter
The porch light humming low
We watched her taillights turn the street to silver
Then she was a ghost
He was half her years and all her wind on hot Friday nights
A boy with the August sun in his soul and big dreams of city lights
A tattoo carved a lighthouse where his shoulder met his sleeve
She called it truth
We called it leaving,
She called it “I can finally breathe”
Chorus
Annie don’t say sorry,
Annie don’t look back
She says the past is just a suitcase that she’ll never unpack
Annie calls it destiny,
Annie calls it fate
Annie don’t say sorry,
Annie never carries her weight
(Verse 2)
Dad learned how to braid our hair with trembling, clumsy hands
Science fairs and sideline chairs with one less in the stands
Years of Birthday candles leaning toward a door that never moves
So, we wrapped our wishes in the smoke and tried to call it proof
Annie’s smiling through a filter on a brownstone balcony
Captions say, “You’ll never fly if you refuse to leave”
Comments flood with hearts and flames—she calls it being brave
We learned how to hold our breath beneath her tidal wave
Chorus
Annie don’t say sorry,
Annie don’t look back
She says the past is just a suitcase that she’ll never unpack
Annie calls it destiny,
Annie calls it fate
Annie don’t say sorry,
Annie never carries her weight
Bridge
“Life is short,” she writes at midnight, “Don’t judge my heart”
As if a vow’s a pair of wings you cut off when life gets hard
“It wasn’t me,
It was the years,
It was the dying spark”
She blames the weather for the storm and calls it art
Annie don't say sorry
Annie just breaks hearts.
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