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
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 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
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 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