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Why canât you see all thatâs missing here?
How do I frame all thatâs missing here?
Like Hemingway made whores poetic,
Old perceptions of me prophetic of a boy whoâd rather flee.
Well then we agree.
Please donât think ill of me.
I never claimed to know or even want exactly what to do.
It seemed like the whole world was screaming âgoâ but you.
Remember me burying all the things Iâve lost?
And I ignored the cost.
Saw the lines that define happiness,
And a shitty drifter start thinning.
Saw a world in a race to the grave,
Finally found something that Iâm winning.
And Iâve got time to think about it.
State line to state line.
I wanna tell you but wait.
State line to state line.
Oh but wait, whoâs gonna believe me now?
What if I traded the years for pieces of paper to show you I could
work this out even though I never do?
State line to state line.
If I go, would it matter much?
If I stay, would you even know?
And what is home anyway?
What does it matter?
And Iâve got time to think about it.
State line to state line.
I wanna tell you but wait.
State line to state line.
Oh but wait, I threw it all away.
And I finally found something that Iâm winning.
And the whole world was screaming âgoâ but you.