five years
the calves are calling for their mothers
across the field tonight
i'll go inside and pull up blankets
turn off the light
all the what ifs that follow me around
if i could shut them out
then i would shake these thoughts of intimacy
when i watch your mouth
you told me five years
you told me all of this
is working its way out
all the what ifs that follow me around
if i could shut them out
then i would shake these pictures of you
that keep on rolling round