I was alone even when we were together
We swore that our love would last
try to forget but I'll always remember
You raised the white flag up your mast
I got blood on my knees and ripped holes in my jeans
and the constant charade left me blind
to the life I once knew, don’t know what got me through.
This is the last song of yours and mine
Whenever I’m anywhere we were that summer
the thought of it still makes me gasp
for breath, and for air, for a needle-nose prayer
that might fix all the wrongs in our past.
I clung to my innocence, firmly I grasped,
I hid it somewhere you’ll never find
You’ve taken your fists and you dug us a ditch
This is the last song of yours and mine
Sometimes I find myself reading back over your letters
Sometimes it makes me feel worse and sometimes It feels better
I’ve studied the words, every noun and each verb
It's young poetry vivid and deep
But a depth that’s not strong only lasts for so long
And some songs are like yours and mine
Yeah some songs are just like yours and mine
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020