i'm keeping faith in long drives
to change the seasons faster
belongings plastered to a car
with a penchant for disaster.
i'm gritting teeth to the taste of leaving,
seeing, breathing in things
i never ever really ever bothered needing.

wheels start to tumble just a couple states below
a preparation in the daylight for another night eloped
cans snag on the bumper, rattle and tattered
we forgot to cut them or else they
just weren't ready to untangle and
I don't think Virginia is for lovers anyway.

i gotta work my head less
keep my brain thin of thinking
but no one belongs here more than you
tucked behind my ears
isn't that silly

see the sun sipping up your face across the room
7am morning in yellow county
not quite where i would like to be.
i pray for blindness, minus
you, i am a slippery *****.
i am the king of dogs lying
on the floor. and i don't remember
you used to breathe so loud.

do me a favor and ask if you need some air
in yellow county, the romantic wilderness
where lovely things go to fail.
you said do me a favor and ask to ******* yourself
you'll be so much better but i was never
one to wreck things well.

six years ago, i saw the moon for the first time
and i'm sorry that i never really stopped looking
on the road to yellow county.
i gotta work my brain less
but you got what you get
and i think you made my head sick.
when that trip was over i was still moving furniture
out of yellow county and i guess i still am today.