Traffic

Paint on the walls still your

Butterfly wing shade of blue

Lavender plant by the door

Like your old perfume

Old gin on the table

And bills that are long overdue

The ground is unstable

You took my whole

World back with you

Black smoke and concrete

Fill up my lungs

Big city raindrops

Fall on my tongue

Oh the taste of the ashes

Feels like a drug

It helps with the pain

But it's still not enough

Oh you're six feet away

But I'm in a panic

Your clothes and old dreams

Are still up in my attic

I walk through the mud

And old cigarette ashes

Miss holding your hand

While we're stuck in traffic

I walk beside yellow lines

Of the streets that we knew

The glow of the tail lights

Matches the blood in my shoes

Black smoke and concrete

Fill up my lungs

Big city raindrops

Fall on my tongue

Oh the taste of the ashes

Feels like a drug

It helps with the pain

But it's still not enough

Oh you're six feet away

But I'm in a panic

Your clothes and old dreams

Are still up in my attic

I walk through the mud

And old cigarette ashes

Miss holding your hand

While we're stuck in traffic

So sad

I miss you so bad

Yeah you were all I had

Oh and you're all I am oh

So sad

I miss you so bad

Yeah you were all I had

Oh and you're all I am

Oh

You're six feet away but

I'm in a panic

Your clothes and old dreams

Are still up in my attic