A Few Of Your Own

I was high when I met you
Life was something to get through
Picture frame in your bedroom
Of the one man that left you
I felt the spiral of the earth

When you finally called me yours

And it′s strange that you saw me
Getting dressed in the hallway
You could tell I was falling
Or escaping 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 undercover
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 and no money left to lose
Teach me how to not stare at you
And I spent 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, but 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 it
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
And I’m prepared for you leaving
But I see that 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 and no money left to lose
Teach me how to not stare at you
And we yelled

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, but 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, but 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, make a few of your own
Oh, make a few of your own
Oh, make a few of your own