planting trees for us to sit by when we grow old
among all these tangled branches I'm glad I have something to hold
they’re uneven
you’re the reason
I can’t relax myself when I’m sitting here alone
so she’ll stay up all night long
follow all the paths that take me home,
but I’ll sit right down on the floor waiting patiently alone
somewhere past the headlights' constant glare,
you will find yourself looking for all the things you never wrote
you always used to sit out on the phone and
talk about all the things that make you feel less alone
somewhere past the headlights' constant glare
you will find yourself looking for all the things you
thought you could let go
I’d rather not go
follow all the paths that take me home but I’m still lost
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