On a Wednesday you told me this was no longer something you could do
Then you broke my heart on a Sunday afternoon
Before you walked out you paused, looking around my room
eyes glazing over white walls covered in you
You stood memorizing, staining your mind one last time
On a Sunday afternoon, two years of my life walked out my door
Sunday night, I wished I didn’t love you anymore
but today, I still do

She's whatever I want her to be,
A little part in you and me.

She haunts my dreams with autumn hair,
She's always red, she's always there.

She calls with leaves falling off her skin,
The needles of pines and light from within.

She walks through fog and brings the sun,
The ink of prayers, the air of my lungs.

She's whatever She wants to be,
She is me
She is me
She is me...