things have been difficult lately

One, two, three, four

Running through the woods
My phone already changed my home location
To somewhere unfamiliar
But safer than what I'm running from
Somehow made it back to my car to check for my belongings
Your headphones in the backseat
Weren't the signs of life I was looking for

'Cause a person shaped stack of pillows
Doesn't greet you when you walk through the door
Your dirty feet
My silent scar

Driving home at night
I won't admit the cul-de-sac is calling
Your Christmas decorations that you left up all through June and July
You need someone to miss you
But I don't know if I am still capable
So save your serotonin
Make promises to no onе
Cash in another year of your life

'Causе your touch was like tunnel vision (Will I make it out okay?)
And I held my breath as I drove through (And if I do, then what will I say?)
Feigning hope to make it better for you

So I buried your books in the forest
Lost my shoes on the way back to the car
Your dirty feet
My silent scar



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Writer(s): Mark Champlin
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