Gracie Abrams Good Luck Charlie

You keep a picture of Audrey inside of your wallet Went for a drink and the bartender thought she was dead He made you live out that nightmare and you nearly lost it You made a joke and you watched it go over his head And now it all comes down to you It all comes down to you Good luck, Charlie I hope you're happy This isn't what you wanted You know that it's her or nothin' Now when you fly over Michigan I'll bet you see her (Mm) Right on the wing of the plane, in the lakes, in the sky (Mm) You can go home at night and you might really not need her (Mm) But you feel her everywhere, she is the love of your life (Mm) Now it all comes down to you Good luck, Charlie I hope you're ready 'Cause this isn't what you wanted You know that it's her or nothin' Good luck, Charlie I hope you're happy