Another mile walk in the cold

I'm pretty sure I can't feel my toes.

My Thursday hoodie was a poor life choice but I guess I'm still stuck on August.

So take me back to the day leaves changed.

Pumpkin spice and a cool calm breeze.

The last good hangs before you went away.

Hearts beating of summer without the taunting heat.

You are the echo in my brain.

The soft sound of me going insane.

I'm just being honest.

I don't know how much more I can deal with it.

All I want to do is pack my bags and leave this distance.

I'm just being honest.

I don't know how much more I can deal with it.

All I want to do is pack my bags and leave this distance.

The sun rise outside of your window is echoing my name.

The thought of running straight towards your door hasn't left my head for days.

I'm spun around and my mind's in knots, I keep tripping over heavy thoughts.

Of you and I standing side by side with our hands and our hearts locked.

I'm just being honest.

I don't know how much more I can deal with it.

All I want to do is pack my bags and leave this distance.

I'm just being honest.

I don't know how much more I can deal with it.

All I want to do is pack my bags and leave this distance.

I left my hoodie on your front porch chair.

I hope you hold on to how we felt out there.

I left my hoodie on your front porch chair.

I hope you hold on to how we felt out there.

That time we watched the night sky collide into the day light.

I'm just being honest.

I don't know how much more I can deal with it.

All I want to do is pack my bags and leave this distance.

I'm just being honest.

I'm just being honest.

All I want to do is pack my bags and leave this.

I'm just being honest.