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', and 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.

Oh, make a few of your own

Oh, make a few of your own

Oh, make a few of your own.