you used to call me from your truck
on a route you’d just picked up
and I’d complain ’til its late
you live halfway ‘cross new york state

i still refuse to sell on Ebay
they all want it by the next day
you always had grand plans for us
just box up my life without a fuss
ship myself your way, don’t leave a trace
you’d make us a home at your dads place

i should come with a fragile warning
pause, handle her with care
she’s had some wear and tear
i’d run away before we’d fight
shut down and kiss you goodnight
I yearned for you to my core
I desperately wanted you more

but did you touch me like you cared?
how didn’t you notice I was scared?

i couldn’t make myself slow down
i just wanted us to last
but you would always move so fast
really, what should I expect?
you work for FedEx Express

now, when I get a package
I can’t help but check
what kind of truck

5.22 eastwood