if i make it home with what i have left i'll never ever leave again.
and i don't know if it was the weight of your words
or the way you said my name.
say my name.
that sent me packing.
i stagger away.
if i never see your face again
it won't kill me half as much as it will keep me alive.
keep me alive.
two hundred fifty miles
and i still can't shake the thought of your place.
the thought of you.
the smell of you.
the smell of your house.
the thought of your face