Hometown

We used to go on walks by the river

And talk about dying and find ways to fess up

To all of the things that we shy away from

I know if I called you, we'd meet at the same spot

You'll trip while we're walking and try to laugh it off

But it just won't be the way it was

I remember your hometown

I remember I cried there

From how the Midwest feels on my skin

I remember the few months that you were a smoker

How does it feel to be lighting fires again?