planting trees for us to sit by when we grow old 
 among all these tangled branches I'm glad I have something to hold 

 they’re uneven 
 you’re the reason 

 I can’t relax myself when I’m sitting here alone 

 so she’ll stay up all night long 

 follow all the paths that take me home, 
 but I’ll sit right down on the floor waiting patiently alone 

 somewhere past the headlights' constant glare, 
 you will find yourself looking for all the things you never wrote 

 you always used to sit out on the phone and 
 talk about all the things that make you feel less alone 

 somewhere past the headlights' constant glare 
 you will find yourself looking for all the things you 
 thought you could let go 

 I’d rather not go 

 follow all the paths that take me home but I’m still lost