Lyrics:
This house feels like a hug
Just an apartment with walls and floors and rugs
This is the place where we grew our love 

With our mis-matched knickknacks 
Love settles down like pollen in late spring 
And dusts itself over everything 

Posters display your philosophies 
The couch is so used to you and me
What will this apartment feel when I leave?

Our items married on their shelves
Portraying our joined and separate selves
I hate to set the tone of their farewells

When I open the maps on my phone
This is the place that it calls home
How long do you think it will take until it is wrong?

All the roads in my head have always led
To right here lying in our bed
How am I supposed to face what’s ahead?

It doesn’t help that I can feel you here
But can’t feel no comfort from my tears
I fear I’ll feel this way for way too long, my dear

I only pray this is not the end 
I’m too scared to start looking round the next bend
My rear view mirror is on what I will depend 

All the roads in my head have always led
To right here lying in our bed 
How am I supposed to face what’s ahead
When I don’t want to?
When I don’t want to 
When I don’t want to 
When I don’t want to
When I don’t want to 
I don’t want to 
I just want you

the maps app hates me and wants me to die

Rowan Kingsbury