The high I have when you're near
I need no substance to feel a kick
The butterflies have got me floating with sobriety
Yet you have no mercy as you barrel through my feelings

The territory we fight over is no land, no Texas
It is a heart, one I am not willing to give up
Yet you are so eager to claim

Your guns are your gazes, your smiles, your whispers
I am outnumbered
My heart has little protection
I am a prisoner with my Goliad heart

So now that you've got it,
Now that you're holding my vulnerability in your hands
Please don't order an execution
Please don't order massacre now that you've won

We remember the Alamo
We remember Goliad
But who will remember my heart if you break it?