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.