When you wake up I'll be on my way home on violet train tracks protected by my headphones. And all these streets that we used to call our home take me back to sunsets over our bones. It's so funny how laughing doesn't feel the same now. It's a tragedy that we're not who we used to be. When you wake up, I'll be in your front lawn, six feet underneath the roses from your junior prom. Put all the maps that you drew in my mailbox Cause I'm afraid I'll forget where we left off. I won't be okay as familiar places fall away. It's a tragedy that we're not who we used to be. Lie awake in your bed. This is not in your head. While you were digging my grave, I was paving the way for a brighter future for myself. When you wake up I'll be on my way home on violet train tracks protected by my headphones. And all these streets that we used to call our home take me back to sunsets over our bones. It's so funny how laughing doesn't feel the same now. It's a tragedy that we're not who we used to be.