of all the things you have given me |
your eyes were the only thing that ever looked at...
but your gaze is turned towards the compass...
all i can think about is back seat heat
palms sweating like a race horse...
Hundreds of miles away, my heart stretches across...
Ghost hums on your love spots, my lips could break...
there are days in my life i feel catatonic
clinging to the notion that better days mean...
and i knew this would hurt,
but not like t h i s...