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