Cold hands and always the last to know.
Long drives and shadows that follow you home.
Too late to find a light on, the tv's glow.
Dark hallways and a place that you shouldn't go,
Hold your breath until the morning.
I sleep on the floor, seeping into the floorboards,
up the walls, and into the ceiling.
I'm watching the house from every angle now.
I'm watching you sleep so tenderly.
all signs that you were here.
Thirty odd years and all I can do is grind my teeth at the memory of you.
A long long drive, longer than before.
Hallelujah, you never looked back.
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