Thru the Thorn

Couch on the porch
So I sleep down on the floor
House of a whore
That night burnt down in the storm
Words that you said
Still burn me down to my core
I spend some time in your head
Just to leak out through your pores

Doubts and discourse
Comes out of the mouth of my corpse
Oceans, mountains and porn
I don’t see how you get bored

Out in the north
They think down south we’re just poor
I have my doubts but I’m sure
That we’re just proud that it’s warm

And the miles of shore
And the mountains of course
And there’s so much more to do
And there’s so much more to lose
So there’s guns in the house under the pillow
As I write love songs in my breath on your window
I’ve seen her by the river
I beg god that she’s a saint
But I wish way more that she’s a sinner
And her skin feels like West Virginia rain
(When you’ve lived here long you can smell the rain)

I go through the thorns for hella miles
Just to hold you for a while
Just to see you with a smile
You can go wherever I go
You say where and I where and I will follow you
(Don’t care where I will follow you)