You had me by the hands and you pulled me closer
So I could feel you crying.
Lost for words I pulled away
And I kept on driving.

"There's nothing wrong", I said. For a couple days.
You suspected something.
We laid there beneath the sheets on the same bed
but I kept my distance.

We both had been through the same mess
But you came out lonelier
Than I did cause there's no room
For despondence in my calendar.

You stocked up on splinters when I pulled mine out.
I'll take advantage of my chances before they run out.
We're not like trees. We can't wait till spring
To grow some brand new leaves.