White Montana

Messages
I'm done with it
My sentences
Consecutive
But hey who's keeping track
Of the time

The trouble is
That nothing gives me
Feelings like the high I get
When I'm doin that walk
On your wire

So maybe I could catch you later
I've got a match and paper
Let's set ourselves on fire

I'm all tied up in your bandana
In a white Montana
At the last stop left to gas up
Kicking gravel off the asphalt

I'm all tied up in your bandana
In a white Montana
We just keep on catching fire
In the backseat of your ride

Tangled in your denim, and
The sentiment
Irrelevant
Am I still in the back of your mind?

U watch me in the mirror
As the power lines disappear
I know I'm somewhere in the back of your mind

So maybe I could call you later
I've got a match and paper
Let's set ourselves on fire

I'm all tied up in your bandana
In a white Montana
At the last stop left to gas up
Kicking gravel off the asphalt

I'm all tied up in your bandana
In a white Montana
We just keep on catching fire
In the backseat of your ride

My mind makes up your picture
My memories turn it to liquid
Dripping on everything
The smell and the taste of it

My god

Then there's no going back from there
Get a lighter
Let's set ourselves on fire

I'm all tied up in your bandana
In a white montana
At the last stop left to gas up
Kickin gravel off the asphalt

I'm all tied up in your bandana
In a white Montana
We just keep on catching fire
In the backseat of your ride