Our love was volatile and weird.
All I thought as I hopped the Grayhound was,
"Get me the fuck outa here."
I ran...
I ran away from you.
Packed my tears and all my fears.
I had nothing better to do.
Mommy,
Mommy, I know you know the truth.
I'm sorry that you're heartbroken.
Now, all I am is missing you.
And, when I left
I dropped a trail of candy hearts,
hoping you would wait for me...
I just want, to come home tonight.
This is the story of my life.
One week,
shouldn't have even been one day.
I am calling from a payphone,
twenty three hundred miles away.
Bad things I can not even say.
If not for the kindess of strangers,
I would not be alive today.
Mommy,
Mommy, I know you know the truth.
I'm sorry that you're heartbroken.
Now, all I am is missing you.
And, when I left
I dropped a trail of candy hearts,
hoping you would search for me...
I just want, to come home tonight.
This is the story of my life.
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