

Corner store Still burning white Buzzing like a warning In the middle
of the night
Somebody painted Over our names I scratched the wall
And there we were again I took the long way Past your
street Every window dark Every memory awake
I thought coming back Would feel like home
Why does it feel
LIKE A GRAVE? SAME OLD STARS OVER DEAD STREETLIGHTS Same cracked road
In the middle of the night
Everything is standing Where we left it BUT WE'RE GONE Same old
stars Watching from above How can somewhere Hold so much of you
And still not feel
LIKE HOME?
Parking lot Empty again
I can almost hear
The tires and our friends
Cheap speakers Windows down Swearing we'd be different When we got out
We were right. I just didn't know
What getting out would cost.
Every ghost here
Has my face
From another age SAME OLD STARS OVER DEAD STREETLIGHTS Same cracked road
In the middle of the night Everything is standing Where we left
it BUT WE'RE GONE Same old stars
Watching from above How can somewhere Hold so much of you And
still not feel
LIKE HOME?
I found our names.
Still underneath the paint.
For one stupid second
I wanted
Everything back.
Then I remembered— We left
For a reason.
SAME OLD STARS OVER DEAD STREETLIGHTS Same damn road But I'm not
who I was
Everything is standing Where we left it LET IT STAY Same old
stars Different blood
I can love the place
That made me WITHOUT DIGGING UP
WHO I WAS
Same sky. Dead street.
Keep driving.