I should be leaving 'cause I don't believe in
The way that you ask for your sympathy task force
There must be something that keeps me from running
Away from the hard lines, forget it for next time
And wait for the high road, it lead us to Shiloh
The myth of the blood pond, the sunken road long gone
Where Sherman was waiting, his legacy fading
The past lives in echoes, I can't seem to let go of you
And I don't know if I'm supposed to

I hate coming down without you
I'm reaching out to pull through
Redrawing the things that you drew
Like flowers, my name, your name, circled
The page is bleeding from Cupid's arrows
like sharpies, pencils, magic markers
I used them to write you star-crossed love letters
and voicemails and phone calls
busy signal peak rush hour

I hate coming down without you
I hate coming down without you
I hate coming down without you

I hate coming down without you
I'm reaching out to pull through
I'm reaching out to pull through
reaching, running, hard lines, next time
high road, Shiloh, blood pond, long gone
waiting, fading, echoes, let go
waiting, fading, echoes, let go
waiting, fading, echoes, let go

I hate coming down without you now
let go of the wheel I need to heal

I hate coming down without you now
let go of the wheel I need to heal
I hate coming down without you now
let go of the wheel I need to heal