Altered

Impulse is hidden as tires, they skid on the pavement

Like swings tied to the tree in the front yard

Your face, as it stares out the window, it makes no mistake

I can tell that you miss it. Did you ever really have it at all?

 

You wonder as you lay down pull out that old cardboard box you have stored

Under you twin size, bed frame where we poured out ourselves to eachother

That one night in April, I rememeber it rained and we danced ourselves useless

We really aren't used to this.

 

And within that old cardboard box lays a time bomb of memories

Like after our first fight, and I couldn't stand it, I wrote you a letter and sent it by hand to your mailbox

And I meant every word to this day

Yeah, you're still in my heart to this day.

And it still chases tears down my face.

 

And it makes me question our reasoning.

Why does it have to hurt this way?

If we both loved each other then why are we crying and why am I driving away?