they repaved the stretch of road that used to mark where you were gone,
and i guess it goes to show that life goes on.
but when i'm driving 'round the curve, my hands go tight around the wheel,
like they might know how it feels
to lose control.
it's getting hard to tell which tree it was that put you down to sleep;
there's new bark to make the impact not so deep.
and i wonder what it's like to never know what happened here,
never think of all the souls who held you dear
when you were whole.
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