You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night
With black leggings, I've never seen your face so white
Your honesty was k**ing me
The monsters in the room were all dancing to the music all around us
A door is always open if it isn't closed
And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn't grow
I'll grow.. I will grow
There's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soul
Oh what a soul
I tried to be the middle-man between you and this list
I couldn't move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feed
I swore that I wouldn't bleed.. I won't bleed
There's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a note
That rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoat
As I walked slowly down your driveway to my car
I looked back and turned into salt
A pillar with a hat