By Sage Cook She caught me speechless The words fled useless The moonshine and water Her mothers daughter said she didn’t love me But thats alright, cause its not about me I won’t beat myself up She called me then hung up I shouldn’t have let it ring Small town living She swears soon she’s leaving I’ve said it myself Over and over But its alright, she finally left that night I finally followed and I found her In an ocean from a puddle of a town Nearly drown, but no you couldn’t keep her down The city it saved her, at least until it claimed her She Misplaced her life in a strange arrangement of days Through the Silver city haze To try and finally change… Finally painless She’ll make it eventually Down to the sea And the mess we made It’s history And the dirt ill be, await patiently The dirt we’ll be, will be