I'm going back to Florida because
I can't bear the roads that raised me,
The way they seem to sink into the soil
A little more every year,
And how they're littered with all of our mistakes,
Half smoked cigarettes dancing in the wind,
This isn't where I thought I'd be at 22

I didn't say goodbye the last time I left,
Because it wouldn't have been for you

I'm the one who fell into the hole you created
When you smashed your fist into the wall
And told me I wasn't strong enough
For anything at all

You never even stumbled
You leaped over it
And never went back
To throw roses down in it
Or ask for forgiveness

You're better at leaving
Than I am at living

But I'm going back to Florida;
There's a boy in Orlando
With eyes bluer than yours
are even when you cry
And he doesn't
Think the anxiety in my spine
Is too acidic to touch
He runs his fingers up it
All of the time
And he's not afraid
Of the way my lips shake
When I start to break
And he doesn't look away
When he tells me he's mine

The cold in the north
The warmth in the south...
It isn't just the weather

The kids I grew up with
Are angry
And drunk;
The town I called home
Is frozen from the inside
And I've been frost bitten
One too many times