Clovers

I'll miss the conversations

I'll miss the way you looked at me

I'll miss the complications

I'll miss the way things used to be

guess what I came back for

so break me down and build me up

cause it's killing me and I've had enough

and I said I would be there when you call

I'll miss the contradictions

I can remember falling short

I can recall depictions

of places I've never been before

and you've got a hold on me

so break me down and build me up

cause it's killing me and I've had enough

and I said I would be there when you call

and I'm starting all over

shrugging my shoulders from all of this weight

I'm starting all over with a pocket of clovers

in a world that won't wait

and you've got a hold on me like you'll never let me go