Testo Clovers

I'll miss the conversations
I'll miss the way you looked at me
I'll miss the complications
I'll miss the way things used to be
guess what I came back for

so break me down and build me up
cause it's killing me and I've had enough and I said I would be there when you call

I'll miss the contradictions
I can remember falling short
I can recall depictions
of places I've never been before
and you've got a hold on me

so break me down and build me up
cause it's killing me and I've had enough
and I said I would be there when you call

and I'm starting all over
shrugging my shoulders from all of this weight
I'm starting all over with a pocket of clovers in a world that won't wait
and you've got a hold on me like you'll never let me go