I remember when you would preach to me how the meadow captivated you each day on your bus journey,
but now that same view elicts just your eyes to skim an empty gaze.

But the meadow is still the same,
it hasn't changed and you are still on the same route,
so why do your eyes not widen like they used to?

It's now just a fading charm but once a view synonymous with beauty,
a kind of fascination desensitisation,
the magnetism weakening with each meeting.

So now it's just another meadow,
and therefore darling,
         i'ts not your fault you're now just another girl.