New Atlantic What It's Like To Feel Small
Holding back, I'll see you when the next few days pass through us like ghosts that keep us even farther from home.
I'm barely awake with barely enough blood in my veins
to call you back and tell you tomorrow's not worth waking up
You're never alone, you're never important to yourself
Couldn't be more in love, or be more apart when you are waking up
Holding back, I'll see you when the next few days pass through us like ghosts that keep us even farther from home.
Driving north, I'll call you when we get past New York
It's hard enough
It's hard to be alone when we're this close to home
Holding back, I'll see you when the next few days pass through us like ghosts that keep us even farther from home.
You've never been gone.
You've never been gone this long.
Holding back, I'll see you when the next few days pass through us like ghosts that keep us even farther from home.
We'll fall asleep knowing all the people we meet
will dissolve when home reminds us what it's like to feel small.
