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