There's a trap door in your bedroom.
I'm going to find it.
There's window in your living room.
I'm hoping to climb out of it.
There's a porch on the first floor of your two story home.
I'm going to jump it.
When you open your eyes at the crack of dawn...
don't bother looking
I'll be gone.
I think about you on my walk alone
I think about you on my drive home
When will I see you again?
Could it be months, years?
But I can't think that way
You're not here to stay
But we both know, I can't hold my breath for long
Only takes my leftover footprints for you to catch on
How far can a quarter tank of gas take me?
Why continue to try?
My legs are tired, throat is dry
Guess I figure if I run away far enough
You wont be able to catch up.