Miles & Interstates
Take me back to when I met you
in the parking lot outside the show.
Sitting in your beat up van,
all our friends knew what was gonna happen.
Now, I try not to think about
the way our breath aligned
when you put your body next to mine.
You, you are a song in my head.
My voice is sore from singing it
as we cross off miles and interstates.
The same white lines that brought you here
will take you away.
And now I'm standing in the back room
and you're avoiding me.
I'm not sure what it was I did.
I didn't do it intentionally,
And some day you'll be a polaroid
of someone I used to know.
I'll be a stranger on the end of the phone.
You, you are a song in my head.
My voice is sore from singing it
as we cross off miles and interstates.
The same white lines that brought you here
will take you away.
I can't forget the way we spent the day in bed.
You pulled the sheets over our faces
so I could hear your whispering
and you looked at me with those eyes
that told me that you could see inside me.
You, you are a song in my head.
My voice is sore from singing it
as we cross off miles and interstates.
The same white lines that brought you here
will take you away.
in the parking lot outside the show.
Sitting in your beat up van,
all our friends knew what was gonna happen.
Now, I try not to think about
the way our breath aligned
when you put your body next to mine.
You, you are a song in my head.
My voice is sore from singing it
as we cross off miles and interstates.
The same white lines that brought you here
will take you away.
And now I'm standing in the back room
and you're avoiding me.
I'm not sure what it was I did.
I didn't do it intentionally,
And some day you'll be a polaroid
of someone I used to know.
I'll be a stranger on the end of the phone.
You, you are a song in my head.
My voice is sore from singing it
as we cross off miles and interstates.
The same white lines that brought you here
will take you away.
I can't forget the way we spent the day in bed.
You pulled the sheets over our faces
so I could hear your whispering
and you looked at me with those eyes
that told me that you could see inside me.
You, you are a song in my head.
My voice is sore from singing it
as we cross off miles and interstates.
The same white lines that brought you here
will take you away.
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Writer(s): Mariel Loveland
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