Patterns and Warnings

Nobody told me that leaving felt so much like dying
My friends are lined up
We're exchanging our goodbyes and sorry's for radio silence
I made a pact as good as any
On the Wallace County line
To be the one who walks you home
One last time
Nobody told me that running would feel so much like flying
The stars were laid out
In ways that would suggest or imply patterns and warnings
But I won't be
Dissuaded by these omens anymore
Or influenced by time or distance
I'm a list of all the things I can't ignore
And just because I meant it when I said it
Doesn't mean that it's still true
And I know you had to liken me to something
But it still doesn't feel like you
And nobody told me these goodbyes would feel so much like lying
My fingers splayed out
On a map of the southwest US or wherever you are
I could be there tomorrow
If the world and your schedule permit
We can wring out the hours for all they've got
Or take a couple days and just live