Cries After Making Love

She captured the fog in the light of daybreak
She's showing off the little campfire she made
Her tiny backpack has all that she needs
She spins a narrative she wants you to believe

She drove down the coast to camp all alone
It is beautiful here; she never wants to go home
She could stay here forever and throw away her phone
She wants to show you how easy it is to be alone

But did she show you how lonely she always is
How often she misses the touch of your lips
It's hard because it is never enough
And oh how she cries after making love

Now she hides her past under her floppy hat
North Florida roots and a crazy old man
No one ever left the panhandle so fast
Who could blame her for going

She moved out West for the weather, of course
Oddly enough she misses seasons the most
But if she got in her car she could be on the coast
In twenty-five minutes on a good day

But she never leads on that she needs you at all
It seems like she got everything that she wants
And it's hard to believe that it's really enough
Because sometimes she cries after making love

She's learning the banjo and humming a tune
Sits on her front porch on warm afternoons
Sipping on a drink from a blue mason jar
Thumbing through all her pictures

Then refreshing the screen in her great big bed
That probably has a lot of blankets on it
Shivering while holding the phone to her breast
She's glad that you liked her picture