Pour it out

From ohio to Kentucky and Tennessee.
 
Just a few of the places for you and me.
 
In Ohio it was watching tv on the couch like M.A.S.H.
 
Kentucky was business as usual at morehead.
 
And when the bus interrupted looking like wewere gonna smash !
 
And of course nashville.
 
Waking with you every morning.
 
You wouldnt talk, but boy did you have bed head.
 
Those were the places I fell in love even if we were losing parts of ourselves along the way.
 
I remember telling you that all of my poetry was written of true accounts.
 
I had no clue so many would involve Taylor then Cass.
 
For you it's never opening up and for me it's never shutting up.
 
Love it has many forms of communication.
 
That feeling is still there even if I feel like your enemy.
 
Because my favorite form of our love is my memory.