Cross ft. Cayson Renshaw Lyrics

Halfway across the Midwest

A fire in my chest

Her clouds were always threatening

Sleepless on a old couch

It washed my heart out

When she started raining

Moving through Missouri

Shrugging off the worry

I guess I should have seen it come

Stopping at gas-stations

Search for validation

I blew a fuse and she was done

Cross

Crossing out the plans that I had with her

Loss

Losing this game that I'd already lost

I don't understand the reason why she tossed it away

Staring at the summer

Man, it's such a bummer

That she didn't choose to stay

The body in a tomb

Another empty room

This is not a Good Friday

Cross

Crossing out the plans that I had with her

Loss

Losing this game that I'd already lost

I don't understand the reason why she tossed it away

I'm slowly driving home

Come Sunday could you roll this stone away?

Cross

Crossing out the plans that I had with her

Loss

Losing this game that I'd already lost

I don't understand the reasons why she tossed it away