i’ll be gone come summer

It’s colder inside, than the
Snow outside my window
There’s no hang round here
Sounds of emptiness
I’ll be gone come summer

Think I’ll head out
Fill up my van
Not much to take
Not much at stake
Only know the road
Looks more like home
These days

Seems we come so far
Still hearing
Those same old thoughts
The ones
That fills me up
When I’m not next to you

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