I swear you try to police me and I know it's hard for us but I trust you completely.
And I swear you criticize me, you hold me up to bright white lights to try and find faults inside me.
I swear you separate me from what I really love and what compliments me.
I know you're feeling lonely, but know you're not replaced by all these places we've been going.
I ignored your call and I realized how I missed you on the long and quiet drive last night through Illinois and east to the sun rise where on the edge of sleep we woke up to the light.
The road and open fields at night
our headlights form an endless line
to planes that trace across the sky
and miles above they watch us all go.