there won’t be snow this christmas
drive faster.
the lines and the lights lie out for miles across the interstate
and i can only contain composure for so long.
these lines lie out for miles to where you’re going.
drive faster.
i just want my room and my bed.
please don’t go.
drive faster.
i can only contain my composure for so long.
and these lines
state lines
we cross them and continue breathing.
but i won’t hear you breathing anymore.
late nights.
angry fights.
state lines.
drive faster to the snow.
the last time i’ll see you there won’t be snow.
just empty trees and empty homes.
the last time i’ll see you there won’t be snow.
but tomorrow it’ll be all around you.
and i’ll be alone.
