You Got Through lyrics
by Dave Hause
I had nothing when I walked in here
Pocket full of fire and a killer idea
Still had nothing when you walked in
Looking like an Elmore heroine
The air was wet,
Clothes was too
I got the room key
And we got through
We got through
Yeah, we got through
When the last as*h*le that rented this room
Set the alarm for the crack of noon
And you doused that thing with your flat champagne
I felt a little love in my jugular vein
And the air was sticky-sweet,
You was too
The walls got paper thin
And we got through
We got through
Yeah, we got through
I knew better than to cross that line
But I’ll try anything seven, eight times
It was love all the sudden it was love I cried
But love is a son of a b*tch one side
And it was nothing much to you
Could’ve been something
But you got through
You got through
Yeah, you got through
I had nothing when I walked in here
Pocket full of fire and a killer idea