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Anticipation lights up the darkness
Three dots in a bubble
You chose your words
Then erased them
How did it come to this

Bags packed, I left for the highway
Rehearsing words you might have written
Feeling still, all the heartache
But does it matter anyway

I waited for the right words
A cloud of text
At a truck stop, I wrote our history
You only saw three dots
A form of silence
On an otherwise empty screen.

Bags packed, I left for the highway
Rehearsing words you might have written
Feeling still, all the heartache
But does it matter anyway

Stumbled into Memphis
Looking for a message
Three dots framed our sorrow
I chose my words
Then erased them
How did it come to this

Bags packed, I left for the highway
Rehearsing words you might have written
Feeling still, all the heartache
But does it matter anyway



Credits
Writer(s): Alison Thielke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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