We sat outside in an empty parking lot
High as the jets tracing white lines in the sky
Like a movie, when I started to daydream about you
I felt your fingers brushing over mine

I wish I could tell you I wasn't so scared
To fall for a beautiful girl
For sure, it'll go South when Winter comes around
But for now just let me get lost in your curls

It could be better, it could be worse
One one hand I'm dying, on the other I'm alive
It's a blessing attached with a curse
But god ****** I'm willing to try

You're the cracking neck in my acid trip
The penny at the bottom of a wishing well
The ***** I could use to chase away the blues
A quiet place to rest in this hell

We're changing as people
We're changing with the leaves
We're on seperate trains with the same destination
But when we get there I doubt you'll ever see me

And on the ides of October
My lips got so dry that they split open and bled
And you just looked on like a faded painting
Of something sincere that was never said

So if you look back to your past
I'll carry a torch for you
So it won't seem so bad
And may inspire something long overdue