go home from Rare Crush by doggo

Left to get home, making tracks in the snow, follow steps like I wasn't alone and
You're contentious and I'm questioning why I just can't trust it when somebody is being nice
You wear your heart on your sleeve, I like to tuck mine away. Feeling mushy like spring time, like everyday.
Light a cig and laugh, watch the sun rise on the canal where we walked a thousand times
I'm by the mountain now. You took the ocean route. We share horizon lines across days of drives.
Tear ducts and kind words. Sentimental like all the time. Writing letters and track lists for care packages.
Where do you call home? Will it ever feel the same? Or is it shifting?
When you get home, will you call me to let me know that you made it? That you made it okay?

• Punk
• existential dread
• pop punk
• queerpunk
• real twee
• Montreal