You Got Through

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 asshole 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 bitch 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