Zach Bryan dropped again…

And like he always does, he didn’t miss.

It’s that kind of song that finds the bruise you’ve been pretending isn’t there.

“Start over, find closure, and just say I’m sorry to that sweet girl who tore off that dress…”

Funny how someone else’s words can hit like your own confession.

Some wounds don’t bleed, they echo.

You go on living, working, laughing, sleeping next to people who don’t know your ghost…

but one lyric, one line, and suddenly, you’re 23 again,

watching her walk out with her pride intact and your apology stuck in your throat.

And it’s not that I want to rewind everything.

It’s that I’d just want to show up different.

Softer. Still. Ready.

Because there’s something holy about the way she loved me

and something cowardly about the way I ran from it.

So yeah…

Zach Bryan dropped again.

And now I’m sitting with the ache,

wondering what it would take to finally start over,

find closure,

and just say I’m sorry

to the girl I never had the courage to stay for.