I'm stuck on a memory,
Of you dancing in a backyard in North Jersey.
You're holding sparklers,
And silhouetted by the porch lights on a summer evening.
So, while I'm pulling my gloves off with my teeth, It occurred to me you used to be happy.
I curse the dashboard heat, It's fucking freezing.
Asleep in the backseat, Oh god, I'm shaking.
I'm empty.
I feel so damn empty.
I keep thinking
That I'll feel better when it's warmer across state lines.
Now I'm scraping ice off of the windshield with a piece of broken taillight.
Oh, I wouldn't quite call it homesick but I keep seeing your face in the northbound traffic.
I curse the dashboard heat, It's fucking freezing.
Asleep in the backseat, Oh god, I'm shaking.
I'm empty.
I feel so damn empty.
I'm gonna go to Georgia.
I'm gonna smile in the sun.
I'm gonna pick you some wild day-lilies,
And I'm gonna hold on to them.
I'm gonna keep them in my pocket Til you let me back home.
I'm gonna go to Georgia,
And I'm coming back whole.
I curse the dashboard heat, It's fucking freezing.
Asleep in the backseat, Oh god, I'm shaking.
I'm empty.
I feel so damn empty.
I curse the dashboard heat, It's fucking freezing.
Asleep in the backseat, Oh god, I'm shaking.
I'm empty.
I feel so damn empty.
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