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I think there′s a version of me that's happy somewhere
In an alternate universe
I don′t know why, but that just
Is so sad to think about
She's having dinner with her family on Friday night
They're talking ′bout TV shows and they never really fight
I hope she never has to feel empty
I hope she never has to meet this version of me
She never had to come home to her mother on the floor of the bedroom
Her fathеr, his bags at the door
She didn′t know it at fourteen
If you don't love, thеn they won′t leave
She didn't have to show up to that wedding with a smile
Watch all her father′s lies just go walking down the aisle
She wasn't hated at eighteen
By the ones she called family
I like to think about her sometimes
I wonder what she′s doing tonight (tonight)
Yeah, yeah
She's having dinner with her family on Friday night
They're talking ′bout TV shows and they never really fight
I hope she never has to feel empty
I hope she never has to meet this version of me
She didn′t have to become somebody that she hates
And cheat on everyone, realise she's the same
Yeah, the same as her father
Made for a one-bed apartment
I like to think about her sometimes
I wonder what she′s doing tonight
Yeah, yeah
She's having dinner with her family on Friday night
They′re talking 'bout TV shows and they never really fight
I hope she never has to feel empty
I hope she never has to meet this version of me, version of me
She ain′t got scars on her wrists, not on the edge of a cliff
No one she has to forgive, she ain't that version of me
Ain't got low self-esteem, crippling anxiety
She′s out there livin′ her dream, she ain't that version of me
In an alternate universe
I don′t know why, but that just
Is so sad to think about
She's having dinner with her family on Friday night
They're talking ′bout TV shows and they never really fight
I hope she never has to feel empty
I hope she never has to meet this version of me
She never had to come home to her mother on the floor of the bedroom
Her fathеr, his bags at the door
She didn′t know it at fourteen
If you don't love, thеn they won′t leave
She didn't have to show up to that wedding with a smile
Watch all her father′s lies just go walking down the aisle
She wasn't hated at eighteen
By the ones she called family
I like to think about her sometimes
I wonder what she′s doing tonight (tonight)
Yeah, yeah
She's having dinner with her family on Friday night
They're talking ′bout TV shows and they never really fight
I hope she never has to feel empty
I hope she never has to meet this version of me
She didn′t have to become somebody that she hates
And cheat on everyone, realise she's the same
Yeah, the same as her father
Made for a one-bed apartment
I like to think about her sometimes
I wonder what she′s doing tonight
Yeah, yeah
She's having dinner with her family on Friday night
They′re talking 'bout TV shows and they never really fight
I hope she never has to feel empty
I hope she never has to meet this version of me, version of me
She ain′t got scars on her wrists, not on the edge of a cliff
No one she has to forgive, she ain't that version of me
Ain't got low self-esteem, crippling anxiety
She′s out there livin′ her dream, she ain't that version of me
Writer(s): Daniel Lancaster, Unknown Composer Author, Thomas Stafford, Jordan Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com