Class Rings

Even my momma believed him
My little sister was attached
And dad always said that he was the son he never had
We said forever for four years
I swore he was the one
But the one don't drive away for good
In a beat-up Chevy truck
No, that ain't love

That's why class rings aren't made of diamonds
And being sixteen don't mean
You should have your license
You're gonna crash a car, break a heart
It's never perfect timing
You shouldn't have nice things
And that's why class rings
Aren't made of diamonds

Now when I go home for Christmas
And take exit 108
Drive around that bend where way back when
I felt my first heartbreak
Been so many years now
Since I've stopped at these red lights
It took movin' on for me to come back
And finally realize

That's why class rings aren't made of diamonds
Being sixteen don't mean
You should have your license
You're gonna crash a car, break a heart
It's never perfect timing
You shouldn't have nice things
And that's why class rings
Aren't made of diamonds

Now I met a new guy and yeah, he might
Not have been my prom king
But he treats me like a queen
And soon as he got on one knee

I see why class rings aren't made of diamonds
Being sixteen don't mean
You should be driving
You're gonna crash a car, break a heart
It's never perfect timing
You shouldn't have nice things
And that's why class rings
Aren't made of diamonds
Even my momma believed him