All this talk of dying has me focused on the end.
It's hard to imagine when will things feel right again?
Maybe it's best to face the pain and whatever lies ahead.
Forget mistakes that brought you here and all the things I've said.
Bullet train back home. Faces that I've missed.
Though I love that feeling, I hate to reminisce.
Pass by the diner where we came to share our scars.
Touched your skin, felt you lips, spent the night in your car.
You said I should stay. I'm 1000 miles too far away.
I wish I could but I know what's best and I've left the golden west.
And after all this running, I didn't get too far.
Cus no matter where you sleep, they're still the same stars.
I know that I should call, but know just what you'd say.
If I could you know I would leave for home today
but coming home means giving up.
It shouldn't take a tragedy to do the things we know we should.