Miles & Interstates

Take me back to when I met you in the parking lot outside the show. Sitting in your beat up van, all our friends knew what was gonna happen. Now, I try not to think about the way our breath aligned when you put your body next to mine. You, you are a song in my head. My voice is sore from singing it as we cross off miles and interstates. The same white lines that brought you here will take you away. And now I'm standing in the back room and you're avoiding me. I'm not sure what it was I did. I didn't do it intentionally, And some day you'll be a polaroid of someone I used to know. I'll be a stranger on the end of the phone. You, you are a song in my head. My voice is sore from singing it as we cross off miles and interstates. The same white lines that brought you here will take you away. I can't forget the way we spent the day in bed. You pulled the sheets over our faces so I could hear your whispering and you looked at me with those eyes that told me that you could see inside me. You, you are a song in my head. My voice is sore from singing it as we cross off miles and interstates. The same white lines that brought you here will take you away.