I was high when I met you, life was somethin' to get through
Picture frame 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 gettin' dressed in the hallway?
You could tell I was fallin', or escapin' from somethin'
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 huddlin' like mice, below an unforgivin' sky
Too old for both of us to keep howlin' 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 singin'
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 feelin' that what's good must be fleetin'
That if I'm happy, I'm dreamin', then I'm prepared for you leavin'
But I see that shitty beat-up car, oh, baby, there you are
Too old for both of us to keep howlin' at the Moon
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
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 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
