Me

We were 17 and on our own When we hit the gas for the great unknown I was named for a boy, she was named for the fall And nothing much else really mattered at all I knew what happened on her kitchen floor And she knew what it meant when I wrote on the door Secrets spilled into that dark And everyone was a piece of my heart It's a lullaby It's a beautiful life And it sings me to sleep most every night So I hold it close And I hide it away That's how I keep it from going astray Love doesn't need a rhyme or a reason to be This is the story of Autumn and me.