Where the Arrow Went Out - Planes Mistaken For Stars

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