I drove alone to Buffalo   And scratched a heart around your name    At every rest stop vending machine I passed along the way   (I’d taken speed for days)      I took pictures from the car window   These colored blurs of time   And left them for you by the pay phones   Because I can’t call or write      It’s just been too much time   The road was without winter glow   Just dreary landscape   And the whimper of the radio    And a rubberbanded picture of your face   Around an old mixtape you’d made      I still think I’m going home   I packed my things in crooked lines,   And took a pill nicknamed hope   To change this mood of mine      This awful mood of mine   But I can’t change this mood of mine      Like a mocking dog and pony show   In the backrooms of my mind   Like a swim in the undertow   I can’t see it but I sure feel it alright      I miss you every night.