Lyrics

in a hotel room in Dallas on the Fourth of July
strumming on a rented six-string to drown out the highway noise
your cat opens the cabinets and tracks litter everywhere
but I'm grateful for Hope's company her and Jamison make a great pair

and I hate that I was mean
on that night when I first got to town
but you poured gasoline
lit the match and burned the your whole life down
and now it's up to me
to pick what's left of you off the ground

I drove you to the ER at the advice of the doctor at the urgent care
then I carried your apartment down three flights of stairs
you don't feel like talking and I don't blame you at all
I get up from the window seat and help you change your hospital gown

and I hate that I was mean
on that night when I first got to town
but you poured gasoline
lit the match and burned the your whole life down
and now it's up to me
to pick what's left of you off the ground

flying with hope
to our childhood home
where you can heal
where you won't be alone

and I hate that I was mean
on that night when I first got to town
but you poured gasoline
lit the match and burned the your whole life down
and now it's up to you
to pick what's left of you off the ground