Montana

You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night With black leggings, I've never seen your face so white Your honesty was killing me, the monsters in the room were all Dancing to the music all around us A door is always open if it isn't closed And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn't grow Grow, I will grow I'll grow I will grow I will grow There's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soul, oh, what a soul I tried to be the middle-man between you and this list I couldn't move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feed And I swore that I wouldn't bleed, I won't bleed There's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a note That rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoat As I walked slowly down your driveway to my car, I looked back And turned into salt, a pillar with a hat