[Verse 1] You’re at the bar in that worn-out jean jacket Laughing too loud at a joke that ain’t mine Spinning that ring on your finger with your thumb Like you’re killing a little more time You order his drink But you sip it the way You used to steal sips out of my red cup Your eyes hit mine Then hit the floorboards Like they got too close Then gave up [Chorus] If you’re over me Act like you don’t Quit checking your phone when I don’t call Don’t lean my way when the room gets cold Don’t flinch when I brush by At all If you don’t still care Then don’t hold on To every song Every town we drove If you’re really gone Then baby Be gone If you’re over me Act like you don’t [Verse 2] You dance with him But you’re counting the ceiling I see your lips move But your heart ain’t there You mouth along to that old Springsteen cover Then you swallow the words like a dare Your friends all say you’ve been doing much better Guess they ain’t seen you alone in your truck Staring right past that green light turning yellow Like you’re waiting for anything but us [Chorus] If you’re over me Act like you don’t Quit tracing my name in your Styrofoam Don’t park where we used to talk ’til dawn Don’t drive past my house on your way home If you don’t still care Then don’t hold on To every fight Every “God We’re close” If you’re really gone Then baby Be gone If you’re over me Act like you don’t [Bridge] Maybe I’m the one still stuck in the rearview (oh-oh) Maybe you’re praying I’ll pull you back in But we can’t keep bleeding out in the middle Halfway strangers Halfway friends [Chorus] If you’re over me Act like you don’t Don’t laugh like that at my old jokes Don’t breathe my name like a word you choke Don’t look at me like a prayer you spoke If you don’t still care Then let this fall Don’t turn around when I let go If you’re really gone Then baby Be gone If you’re over me Act like you don’t If you’re over me Act like you don’t

rock, Moody late-90s alt-country meets modern pop-country: electric guitars with crunchy overdrive, warm bass and subtle 808 thump under a tight, mid-tempo groove. Male vocals front and center, verses intimate and restrained; chorus opens into an anthemic, shout-along hook with stacked harmonies and a wide, reverb-kissed snare. Touches of organ pad and slide guitar in the bridge for drama, then a stripped final chorus for a raw, emotional close., male vocals, electric, alternative country, pop rock, pop, country, country rock, moody

Act Like You Don't