Maricopa

There was no surprise, my name came with a price
Did you pay in gold with a body in denial
I was a rambler’s son, if I had to tell someone
While I’ve been losing blood, it’s been building in your lungs
I am the burden
Yeah, I am the pain in your eyes
And I wasn’t the first, so I’m not sure I’ll last through the night
I was the open book
But there are some pages I’d never let you write
But I’ll stay the open door if only you turn out the light
I’ve been abandoned
Can anyone answer for me?
Cause I’ve cut myself open
Is it too much to ask for relief?
So pull me from the vine
I’ll be grafted in with time