Montana

You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night
With black leggings, I've never seen your face so white

Your honesty was killing me, the monsters in the room were all
Dancing to the music all around us

A door is always open if it isn't closed
And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn't grow

Grow, I will grow
I'll grow
I will grow
I will grow

There's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soul, oh, what a soul
I tried to be the middle-man between you and this list
I couldn't move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feed
And I swore that I wouldn't bleed, I won't bleed

There's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a note
That rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoat
As I walked slowly down your driveway to my car, I looked back
And turned into salt, a pillar with a hat



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Writer(s): Trevor Powers
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