I used to think that maybe just in time you would want to be mine. Just in time for the shattering of skin, the withering that makes me so dim. I used to think that because I'm autumnal, you'd only want me during fall. But when you unsewed me, you proved me you might not want me.
At all.
(yes, the title is from a Gorillaz song, and yes, I wrote this while listening to it)