A Few Of Your Own

I was high when I met you, life was something to get through

Pictureframe in your bedroom of the one man that left you

And I felt the spiral of the earth when you finally called me yours

Ain't it strange how you saw me getting dressed in the hallway?

You could tell I was fallin' or escapin' from something

You didn't say a single word, you didn't see me as a curse

The state of the summer, blends us in with each other

We would pray for more thunder for a night under cover

We were huddling like mice, below an unforgiving sky

Too old for both of us to keep howling at the moon

To be cross-eyed drunk this young in the afternoon

Two souls in one truck with no money left to lose

Teach me how to not stare at you

I spend the whole night singing

Oh my, my, what a time to be alive

Young and dumb on the edge of the world

Oh good lord, what it means to be alone

I knew well I knew hell and now I don't

Tell me, love, if the devil ever comes to make good on the debts that I owe

Wish me well, tell the stories I would tell

Go ahead, make a few of your own

A few of your own

Once all the rain stopped I was afraid you might wake up

And remember who I am, and remember what I've done

Didn't ask me to justify, you just sat up and rubbed your eyes

I grew up with a feeling that what's good must be fleeting

That if I'm happy I'm dreaming, then I'm prepared for you leaving

But I see that shitty beat-up car, oh, baby, there you are

Too old for both of us to keep howling at the moon

To be cross-eyed drunk this young in the afternoon

Two souls in one truck with no money left to lose

Teach me how to not stare at you

And we'd yell

Oh my, my, what a time to be alive

Young and dumb on the edge of the world

Oh, good lord, what it means to be alone

I knew well I knew hell and now I don't

Tell me, love, if the devil ever comes to make good on the debts that I owe

Wish me well, tell the stories I would tell

Go ahead, make a few of your own

A few of your own

A few of your own

Oh my, my, what a time to be alive

Young and dumb on the edge of the world

Oh, good Lord, what it means to be alone

I knew well I knew hell and now I don't

Tell me, love, if the devil ever comes to make good on the debts that I owe

Wish me well, tell the stories I would tell

Go ahead, make a few of your own

A few of your own

A few of your own

Go make a few of your own

Oh, make a few of your own

Go make a few of your own