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Where The Arrow Went Out (Planes Mistaken For Stars)

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