1. The Morning 

 

A song of appreciation for those who make us the greatest versions of ourselves. Those who pull us from the edge. Those who free us from the heaviness of dark pasts.

 

Hanging out a window

Picking out which one I’m gonna smoke

Hanging, flashing eyes

Picking out the faces from the sky

 

He asked baby, can you take it slow?

But I move fast and if it goes, well then, it goes

He said baby, those threats don’t push me out

So please, honey, please put them down

 

I got someone calls my name like a warning

I got someone calls me from the edge in the morning 

In the morning 

 

Trusting in the lonesome

I don’t remember how but it calms me down

And they ask me “can’t you tell us when?”

But they got a lotta less things

Trying to kill them

 

I got someone calls my name like a warning

I got someone calls me from the edge in the morning 

In the morning 

 

I got someone calls my name like a warning

I got someone calls me from the edge in the morning 

In the morning 

 

Tell me of the weakest piece of love

It’s a secret if I know

Can I keep it if I don’t

Have someone call me from the edge?