เนื้อเพลง A Few Of Your Own - Noah Kahan

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 sh*tty 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