It's Thursday morning
Three fifteen
I'm somewhere west of Abilene
There's a fire and I'm watching it from here
You remember the routine
You remember when I came
Things would never be the same
There's a part of me will never disappear
But you can never speak my name
I'm moving on
Another town
Another day
But I will always be this way
Back when I was just a boy in Aurora, Illinois
Mother said I had the devil in my bones
But I was daddy's little toy
There were fires even then
It made them beautiful again
I still get angry every time I see their stones and think about what could have been
But I'm not entertaining thoughts of suicide
I have other ways to hide
Am I nothing more to you than the things I put you through?
I haven't been to see you since I first went away
It's the least that I could do
So when our baby boy turns five tell him Daddy's still alive
Tell him that I love him but I couldn't stay
Tell him that's how you survive
I still think of you
The one who got away
I miss you every single day
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