I've got a box full of bones and a brain that's inside out
empty hands longing for something to hold
and a dream hanging from the door post collecting dust.
In six days time
I'll be bag in hand
headed to the next town.
Every thing around me is saturated in you
your scent
your laugh
your hurt
your stains
I'm leaving this place and I'm never looking back
I've learned from the mistakes
of every Lot's wife I've met
you're the last one
You're the last one...
It's time to go home.
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