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i was on your porch, the smoke sank into my skin,

so i came inside to be with you.

and we talked all night, 

about everything we could imagine.

'cause in the morning i'll be gone,

and as our eyes start to close,

i turn to you and i let you know that i love you.

well my dad was sick,

and my mom, she cared for him.

her love, it nursed him back to life.

and me, i ran. i couldn't even look at him,

for fear i'd have to say goodbye.

and as i start to leave,

he grabs me by the shoulder and he tells me:

"what's left to lose? you've done enough.

and if you fail well then you fail but not to us,

'cause these last three years, i know they've been hard.

but now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun;

even if it's alone."

so now here i sit, in a hotel off of sunset;

my thoughts bounce off of sam's guitar.

and that's the way it's been,

ever since we were kids, but now,

now we've got something to prove.

and i, i can see their eyes,

but tell me something, can they see mine?

'cause what's left to lose?

i've done enough.

and if i fail well then i fail but i gave it a shot.

and these last three years, i know they've been hard.

but now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun;

even if it's alone.

i was on your porch last night, the smoke sank into my skin.

b.