when you travel by yourself, is it hard to let it in?nit's beautiful, it's warm, it's your heart beating,nit's the friend you never had.nnit's the sweater that you've always worn/since you were thirteen/how does it feel to throw it away,nand smile like a kid and finally mean it?nnit's love that you really missnit's feeling important somehow, knowing you existnwith or without god.nnthis is your car, this is the smell of kerosenenthis is the sun, these are your bones