Wish I could take my own advice
you can't control me like you used to
but I know (everyone knows) that if you came back to this town
I would crumble
I would be in a familiar place (in the palm of your hand)
a second chance to be exactly what you want
but why should I try to mold myself into shapes you choose

so here I am
reminiscing sweet summertime
how it always ends so cold
this 'oh so familiar' sting to my soul

maybe, I'm missing the point of this ongoing lesson
maybe, I need to let this autumn heartbreak build me up
instead of tearing me down
because it tears, and tears, and tears
soon enough, I'll be torn