I looked for you.
You never came.
I have to move on.
I worry about the place I'm leaving, that you might stumble across it
And God knows what else.
I didn't forget you.
I kept you in my back pocket,
Hoping against hope.
Whatever, that means.
There's so much finality spoken in punctuation!
I look for you still, turning over cars and every stone I can find.
The truth is, I couldn't leave you,
Even if you wanted me to..
You owe me nothing.
I just want to get you home alive.
If I can protect you, maybe my ghost might mean something.