Maybe life will be everything I thought it was. Maybe this ain't the escape I dreamt of once. I need to slow down, maybe say, "pause". Take the reins, pull over these lost thoughts.
It gets better. It gets better. I wear my mood like the weather. It gets better. Right now, Fall is my favorite sweater. Bright orange reminds of the day I first met her.
True colors finally show just before the snow Shoulders shrug before they get cold I should've known. I wore my coat to postpone fresh grown sorrow. I should've known.
And I'm thinking back to Summer's plenty Forgetting the day she left me And the way it blessed me Now I'm drunk with my feet up, breathing in real serenity.