It’s not that I needed any kind of reason.
I did not need another line.
I needed a break from the seasons.
I needed a song that was mine.
I found everything I wanted.
I wanted it more than you knew.
Now all of my highways are haunted,
haunted by the absence of you.
The day breaks apart all around me.
My God, how did I get this far?
And though sometimes I’m sorry you found me,
I’m dreaming of my gutterstar.