I’m in Trouble

It's been days since we spoke and I can't keep out of trouble
I'm in trouble
It's been days since I spoke to anyone, I'm in trouble
I'm in trouble

What would you keep if you could only keep one?
Which one of us would survive?
What would you keep if you could only keep one?
Don't say no
Oh, don't pack up and go

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Get on your high horse (horse) higher (higher)

I feel the cold rain coming down on the road
It follows me around and hollows out my bones
Everyday it tracks me down a little more

You're the only image left
From my days without detail
And the names and events surround me yet
But I can't figure in what order they went
Now I want you to tell me from beginning to end
I want you to tell me where we went
I want you to tell me from beginning to end
Don't say you can't
Oh, don't say you can't forget

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Get on your high horse (horse) higher (higher)

I dig my hands into the late spring mud
I'm left here weaving all the roots into one
It felt alright to keep my hands occupied
I'm working on passing the time