Leaving
She's leaving in what it feels like overnight
Whatever she's searching for I hope she finds
She goes to the lake to clear her mind
"Just gonna' take a ride down I-45"
You could see it in her eyes
You could feel it on her skin
She was never good at telling lies
You can feel my will against the wind
Her bags are packed I'm sure
Hearts are on the floor
She keeps her memories
In her top chester drawer
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2012
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