Tornado Season from Cottonmouth by R. Tidwell

I wish you could take me to that house in Texas,
The one where we surprised your mom.
I hear that it’s tornado season down in Texas,
But that’s what happens when I spare the booze.

Wrappin my head around the things that I do,
Things that are a few years old to you.
I know that my speech gets loud when I am pacin’,
So help me try to dance it through.

For times when you feel all alone with me
Know that I don’t mean to be like me, like that

There’s two things I’ll always have in excess,
It’s curse words and cigarettes.
Sometimes I laugh and cry for no rhyme or reason,
You’ve seen it all, and everything in between.

For times when you feel all alone with me
Know that I don’t mean to be like me, like that
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If my heart starts to fade and we’re both down in Texas, I have one single request.
Turn my body to ash and put half in the soil,
At the roots of an old willow tree.

Carry the rest of them on good days and bad ones,
From your pocket I’ll stay your true ride or die.
The lake. The beach. Or that big sky in Texas,
I’ll always be close by your side.

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