[Lyric] November 3 cars (Emily Horton)

I'd be lying if I said I never think about driving home, cold nights in spring
But there's hardly any truth in that, I lost us both some miles back
I'd be lying is I said I never think about kissing in cars, blue memories
The songs pour out like molten wax, I know your ghost, I'll give you that

So how do I dig myself out of this hole
Building a pyre for ashes I owe
Putting out flames from the fires I coaled

Whenever I reach out, the bad nights all come back to me
Blue cold on basement floors, the scene plays out on tv screens
The cycle nеver ends, the scrolling facеs of our friends
I'd be lying if I said I never think about when I heard you'd ended things

So how do I dig myself out of this hole
Building a pyre for ashes I owe
Putting out flames from the fires I coaled

Maybe there's lessons to be learned in every stupid time I think
Of how unsure I am of how correctly I remember things
Maybe there's lessons to be learned in finding death in all the blanks
So how do I sew myself into distress
Planting the reasons for what I forget
Piling on seasons of mess after mess