Where The Arrow Went Out

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