It's been three weeks
Now every time the tree breaks
I can feel my heart ache
I can feel my heart ache
I see a picture of you
And I would like to love you
And I would like to love you
And it can be so hard trying not to meld right into one
Not to meld right into one
But I want to for the night
’Cause I'm losing my shit
And it's only getting harder
I am a stubborn martyr
I am a stubborn martyr
When I get that look from you while we’re on the interstate while we're on the interstate
I wonder if when it gets late
I can be yours
When we were on the backroads, I wonder if I was sold
When we were on the backroads, I feel like I already know
All of the things it goes through and I was looking at you
When we were on the backroads (I was falling through to your soul)