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