Remember the night we drove all through town to say goodbye?
Left me with my memories for the longest time, passing all the streets where I had been without us - you had scruff and shaggy hair then, and just kept driving.
Suitcases, and flowers wrapped in blue tissue paper in the backseat, - now there was no turning back.
There was just one more night to feel safe.
So I rested my arm on your shoulder to scratch your neck, like I had in New York when we got lost - and Sufjan went through all the tracks twice.
"I'll see you in two days in Chicago baby. Everything will be o.k."
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