歌詞

Found my pride on a hanger

Three bucks

Next to a sequin dress

Tried it on in a cracked mirror

Didn’t fit

But it made me confess

I’ve been collecting every almost

Ticket stubs and broken keychains

Putting price tags on my feelings

Color-coded for the growing pains

Got a half price heart at the thrift store

Little worn out

But it beats fine

Stitching every rip with a soft thread

Make a brand new pattern out of old times

If you want a love that’s a little torn

Come and claim this clearance kind of warm

Yeah

This half price heart at the thrift store

Rings like change in your pocket when you walk

Found your name on a mug

Chipped lip

But the letters still clear

Bought it just to feel you

Like you might come back for it this year

At the counter with my basket

All this history in my hands

I laugh and tell the clerk softly

“Guess I’m running secondhand plans”

Got a half price heart at the thrift store

Little worn out

But it beats fine

Stitching every rip with a soft thread

Make a brand new pattern out of old times

If you want a love that’s a little torn

Come and claim this clearance kind of warm

Yeah

This half price heart at the thrift store

Rings like change in your pocket when you walk

Maybe you’re out there

Trying on new lives

Tag still hanging

Hoping it fits right

I’ll be in aisle seven

Between the lamps and frames

Writing tiny futures

On the backs of old name tags

Got a half price heart at the thrift store

Little worn out

But it beats fine

Stitching every rip with a soft thread

Make a brand new pattern out of old times

If you want a love that’s a little torn

Come and claim this clearance kind of warm

Yeah

This half price heart at the thrift store

Rings like change in your pocket when you walk