A Few of your Own

Album

Single

Label

Republic Records

Genre

Folk

Media Type

DD

Composer(s)

Aaron Brooking Dessner;Gabe Simon;Noah Kahan

Entered Chart

May 9, 2026

Peak Date

May 9, 2026

Released

2026

I was high when I met you, life was something to get through
Pictureframe in your bedroom of the one man that left you
And I felt the spiral of the earth when you finally called me yours
Ain't it strange how you saw me getting dressed in the hallway?
You could tell I was fallin' or escapin' from something
You didn't say a single word, you didn't see me as a curse
The state of the summer, blends us in with each other
We would pray for more thunder for a night under cover
We were huddling like mice, below an unforgiving sky
Too old for both of us to keep howling at the moon
To be cross-eyed drunk this young in the afternoon
Two souls in one truck with no money left to lose
Teach me how to not stare at you
I spend the whole night singing
Oh my, my, what a time to be alive
Young and dumb on the edge of the world
Oh good lord, what it means to be alone
I knew well I knew hell and now I don't
Tell me, love, if the devil ever comes to make good on the debts that I owe
Wish me well, tell the stories I would tell
Go ahead, make a few of your own
A few of your own
Once all the rain stopped I was afraid you might wake up
And remember who I am, and remember what I've done
Didn't ask me to justify, you just sat up and rubbed your eyes
I grew up with a feeling that what's good must be fleeting
That if I'm happy I'm dreaming, then I'm prepared for you leaving
But I see that shitty beat-up car, oh, baby, there you are
Too old for both of us to keep howling at the moon
To be cross-eyed drunk this young in the afternoon
Two souls in one truck with no money left to lose
Teach me how to not stare at you
And we'd yell
Oh my, my, what a time to be alive
Young and dumb on the edge of the world
Oh, good lord, what it means to be alone
I knew well I knew hell and now I don't
Tell me, love, if the devil ever comes to make good on the debts that I owe
Wish me well, tell the stories I would tell
Go ahead, make a few of your own
A few of your own
A few of your own
Oh my, my, what a time to be alive
Young and dumb on the edge of the world
Oh, good Lord, what it means to be alone
I knew well I knew hell and now I don't
Tell me, love, if the devil ever comes to make good on the debts that I owe
Wish me well, tell the stories I would tell
Go ahead, make a few of your own
A few of your own
A few of your own
Go make a few of your own
Oh, make a few of your own
Go make a few of your own
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