A Few Of Your Own

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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 f

inally 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

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

N.C.

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 tell

Go a

head, make a few of

your own

A few of your

own

Verse 2

Once all the

rain stopped

I was a

fraid 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

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

N.C.

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 a

head, 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 a

head, 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

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