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