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i can't sit in the back of your car

knowing why those marks are there

i can't sit next to you, up front

i still find strands of his hair

their hair

damn..

they stick to my clothes

and thats more then gross

and then i see things

i haven't seen before, and thats enough

more then enough

you can drive off, i'll walk from here



i can't pass through the back of your yard

like i did to get to mine

i can't sit next to you by the old tree

i keep finding you in the crime

guys, girls

damn..

that sticks to my mind

when ever you sigh

and now i know things

i should have known before, and thats enough

more then enough

i'll fence you in, i'll walk the streets



i walk from here

and one last time

i passed the oak

to scratch out

our heart

how, by two four letter names,

do i find every

letter of the alphabet



i can't lay anywhere near your arms

knowing why those bumps are there

i can't let you sit in my lap

when you keep itching down where

there, there

damn..

don't cry, its only

goodbye to me

you get to keep all

the memories, in a file

medical file

you better run, i'll walk from here

you better run..

i'll walk from here