Jordan Mccoy - Me

We were 17 and on our own
When we hit the gas for the great unknown
I was named for a boy, she was named for the fall
And nothing much else really mattered at all

I knew what happened on her kitchen floor
And she knew what it meant when I wrote on the door
Secrets spilled into that dark
And everyone was a piece of my heart

It's a lullaby
It's a beautiful life
And it sings me to sleep most every night
So I hold it close
And I hide it away
That's how I keep it from going astray
Love doesn't need a rhyme or a reason to be
This is the story of Autumn and me.