drexel street.

i lost the highway 43 miles ago
i ran until i cried
i thought the truth would always lead me home
i'd squeezed it til it lied

of all the places to be here
where is yours

i found god in an empty crate
there was some glass a rock and a bloodstain
i said sorry but this time you're too late
he just closed his eyes and felt the rain
pour

of all the reasons to be here
what are yours

i walked back and i numbered the weary lights
of where they hope to find themselves tomorrow
i lost count around the same time i lost faith
they all looked at me and wondered
how

of all the ones to leave here
who are yours

there was a boy with empty in his eyes
on the corner where you would wait
he said i'm sorry but there's no good down that way
i smiled and said i have lived these lies
home

of all the voices to silence here
which was yours

saw you sitting there like you always do
you had a different shade of smile on your face
i thought if you turned around i would talk to you

but you sat there
and you stayed there
and i lost you
for good

of all the things to destroy here

i was yours