The wind is brisk against my face
The leaves crunch beneath my feet
The colors are a dancing swirl around me
Haven't I been here before?
I walk these empty streets
With nothing but my thoughts
Fighting a war inside my head
Just like they have all those times before
It's funny how fast a year goes by
All those prologoned decisions we've postponed
Are suddenly at our doorstep waiting
I'm still lost, waiting to be found
But I've grown fond of the nostalgia
And the summer's indecision
Because when life has no real consequence
It's hard not to enjoy the ride
But everything has an ending
And how naive I was to think
That all of these delayed choices
Wouldn't catch up to me
And that's the thing about hearts
They're fragile just like glass
You can pretend the crack isn't there
But over time it shatters all there was
I said I'd have it all figured out
I said I needed just a little more time
But maybe the truth of it all
Is that I've known all along
That the ones who ignite our soul the most
Are not who we spend our lives with