you'll leave in a few days-
you’ll do it without saying goodbye
and i’ll remember that portrait of you when you were 5
you have the same ******* look in your eyes

gracefully breaking hearts is where you find your art
i’m glad i stirred up some lyrics in you
sing to girls who beg to know
but ****, i at least deserve to watch you go

they tell me to drive north
i’ll spend every last dollar on a tank of gas
but i made the mistake of telling you
when i should have asked

instead burn your letter and finally settle
and when you board that eight hour train through the sky
i hope you think of me,
and how it hurt too much to say goodbye