Where The Arrow Went Out

if i make it home with what i have left i'll never ever leave again. 
and i don't know if it was the weight of your words or the way you said my name. 
say my name. 
that sent me packing. 
i stagger away. 
if i never see your face again it won't kill me half as much as it will keep me alive. 
keep me alive. 
two hundred fifty miles and i still can't shake the thought of your place. 
the thought of you. 
the smell of you. 
the smell of your house. 
the thought of your face