The Property Line

Verse 1

Thistle thorn pressed inside my pocket

Seven years

Found it when I shed my heavy winter coat

Rust is settling deep into the lock

I saw the river

I saw the bridge

I saw the wreckage on the bank

Pre-Chorus

Dust on the dashboard

Dust in my lungs

Chorus

Don't you call my name

Don't you call my name

Hollowed out like a rotted pine

Left to dry on the property line

Don't you call my name

Verse 2

Blackberry stains across your open palms

Stains across your shirt

Wondering why the summers feel so short

We were picking fruit until our fingers bled

Empty jars

Empty talk

Empty hallways in the house

Pre-Chorus

Mud on the welcome mat

Mud in the hall

Chorus

Don't you call my name

Don't you call my name

Hollowed out like a rotted pine

Left to dry on the property line

Don't you call my name

Bridge

Cut the cord

Cut the tie

Cut the memory before it blooms

Bitter roots go down forever

Stretching through the clay and salt

Chorus

Don't you call my name

Don't you call my name

Hollowed out like a rotted pine

Left to dry on the property line

Don't you call my name

Don't you call my name