I thought my car broke down But really it was me I took the wrong exit at the Greenlane roundabout Which is a roundabout way of saying that even on autopilot My body tries to find its way home to you Muscle memory overpowering the might of my mind I drive past that grave of our love that you call a house You burned down that infamous yellowed wood And I’m left sobbing on the sidewalk, Clutching at the ashes.
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