As trivial as the tangles in my hair
Pulled out from the passenger seat before you leave
As trivial as the thoughts still in my head
Pull them out like a fever dream you won't stop my head from aching
I can't get your smell out of my clothes
Not that I'm complaining I just thought I'd let you know
I'm craving new scream and I've got a blanket in the back seat (In case I can't make the Drive home)
I'm calling off the search because I know just where you're headed
And I burned all of the photographs and erased all the memories
And that shoebox isn't buried anymore; get the dirt under your fingernails
I'll just disappoint you more
As perfect as the steel between your teeth
Your smile leaves a lipstick stain in my brain for days
Meet me by the river's edge
We can bury that box again