Am I your auburn day
In a world of flaxen nights?
It feels like i'm a convenience,
Everybody went home for summer
And I'm the only fool, fool enough
To take the pity like a girl
Never distinct enough to be wanted.

We went to so many places
And still I keep myself locked in.
It doesn't feel real
Pictures never emerge
And what I've found is that
I'm okay for an escapade
But anything more than that?
I'm something to be hidden.