I drove alone to Buffalo And scratched a heart around your name At every rest stop vending machine I passed along the way (I’d taken speed for days)
I took pictures from the car window These colored blurs of time And left them for you by the pay phones Because I can’t call or write
It’s just been too much time The road was without winter glow Just dreary landscape And the whimper of the radio And a rubberbanded picture of your face Around an old mixtape you’d made
I still think I’m going home I packed my things in crooked lines, And took a pill nicknamed hope To change this mood of mine
This awful mood of mine But I can’t change this mood of mine
Like a mocking dog and pony show In the backrooms of my mind Like a swim in the undertow I can’t see it but I sure feel it alright