State Route 17

i swear i saw you yesterday
you took the interchange to state route 17
and all your cells were reassembled
you still resembled someone that i thought i'd never see again

there's so much i want to say
secrets i could only tell to no one else
oh, and if i take that road
what a waste of time to find that i'm not very well

wait, it's all a fake
but i'm willing to believe
wait, it's all a fake
but i'm willing to believe

and if we ever meet again
then i guess that i will know where i went wrong
we'll be resetting that machine
knowing what we know but never asked to learn

but instead i traveled south
i can't resucitate a life gone several years
and it doesn't matter now
when, to some extent, i'll always know where you will be

and when i breathe
you'll be somewhere in my lungs