I’ve spent too many years thinking about someone that doesn’t even think about me

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There’s no good in your eyes anymore
And it makes you want to drive home, drunk and alone
Curse the faces in the wheat
Drown yourself in the gold because you can’t let it go
Makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes
And it makes you want to wear the wool
It’s that need like nothing else