Wyioming

Rewind the moons to where this all started

I knew I'd lose you to the first shot, it's just my luck

I gave you wings so I could revise it

But you told me that a pen, has always been enough,

Honestly? I think you made it up

Cause all along, I've just been writing you this song

So set it off, here we go,

We've gotten to sleeping in our clothes, not cause were cold

Cause we don't know who will be there in the morning

So set it off, my heart is shot, this is me giving all I've got

God let it be enough, cause if it's not, this is me giving up

Writing another useless melody that goes

Late another evening she's casually faded,

Wearing it well cause she's a lady,

Under the sultry matte of summer

And the allusion of Great Gatsby

Saying she's sick of me, but she's lying on my floor,

She's a six for me when I can't take more than a four,

She still means so much more than

So set it off, here we go

We've gotten to sleeping in our clothes, not cause were cold

Cause we don't know who will be there in the morning

So set it off, my heart is shot , this is me giving all I've got,

God let it be enough, cause if it's not, this is me giving up

Writing another useless melody that goes

The way our story does:

Writing poetry in the back of my car, smoking cigarettes with the dome light on

The wind graceful on the paint-job, inside hazy like a dive bar.

When it comes to stopping my heart she catches each and every beat on time

And when it comes to picking winners? I don't ever take the line

Cause I'm flattened by everything, she's beautiful,

I've got the spins, and of all the things she ever did

This won't fix itself without me helping it.

So this is it, just another useless melody that goes the way our story does

Say what you'd like about us

This just means a little more, no, so much more