Testo One nighters and songs Courtney Marie Andrews

One nighters and songs

Dancing around in your button up coat, in a cabin of hammered hardwood notes.
Beneath the trees, top a blanket of leaves, it was built by a man in the
1960's. Under the skeleton roof you wed a girl you just met, she shared some
Sangria, and stayed up past sunset, and I watched you laughing with smeared
black eyes, with a collection of stories from the previous night, a jug in one
hand, half empty with wine. Together for some nights in November. All we are
is one-nighters and songs. I robbed an Indian soul from a vacant porch, placed
it in the trunk, then got hungry for more. Stared down the street treasure
finds, I didn't trust my luck so I left them behind. Dancing around with your
brown bear ears, up a spiral staircase, you're in love with your fears. And you
watched me drownd in the bottle quick, with ink in one hand trying not to be
sick, a smoke in the other, we're one messed up click. Together for some
nights in November. All we are is one-nighters and songs. In a closet built
for jacket weather, I learned that with you is exactly where I belong.