what were the chances

when i left you alone to fight your battles

of long winters and motels what went through your mind?

how is it that you made it?

how is it that you noticed?

it wasn't me who was looking at you

through foggy glass or windows

it was them

i was out in coolidge with my head on a counter

drinking down my chances to ever return to anyone

no i wasn't faking it

the hurt i felt was real

and all that was holy just slowly disappeared

or just appeared in parking lots of truck stops

the blinking lights

and now all i'm thinking is

how the hell did i get here?"