A Few of Your Own

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 otherWe would pray for more thunder for a night under cover We were huddlin' like mice, below an unforgivin' sky [Pre-Chorus] 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' [Chorus] "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 tellGo ahead, make a few of your own A few of your own [Verse 2] Once all the rain stopped, I was afraid you might wake upAnd 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] "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 [Outro] Oh, make a few of your own Oh, make a few of your own Oh, make a few of your own