dad, you gave me a gift. the gift to walk out of people's lives, never looking back.

if it weren't for you i would've stayed with him, i would've called her back.

my heart would've made its way into their hands, and they would've squeezed, pulped the burden and the joy from my chest until i was no more than a body of broken bones.

i would've been happy, but only for a while. in the end it's passion that kills us.

dad, you saved my life.

Savannah's in the rear view

Casting a red glow

Break lights and a little voodoo

I'm not sure how to let go

I hope you find what I buried for you

Deep beneath the live oak

And I hope what they say isn't true

In the south we still believe in ghosts