I'm Busy This WeekendYour princess, so I was Little and pretty and petty Small to know what meaning was Or what it does to you While a hole in my rainboot Let the grown-up leak inI'm Busy This Weekend
So I swept you into the corners Of day by day And week by week As I got up for school And I got up for life
We have the times you hate to miss And miss, but for the hate So you throw out the ways That I've yet to grow into And tell me what I'm not While I work with what I am And I move along To the things you don't believe in
The Morning After RainfallIt's long fortold That love grows old A wilting bloom A waning moon It took fresh eyes To realize I don't need you You know its true It ebbed and died Just like the tide No hurt or rage A brand new page No broken hearts We'll grow apart But even then I'll be your friendThe Morning After Rainfall
Follow You AnywhereYou fall too fast Forget the past He's all thats here A month, a year You're in the track And can't look back Just make a deal Forget to feel You don't say no 'Cause he says so You start to fade A paler shade And in the end You can't defend So dark in doubt You can't crawl outFollow You Anywhere
Autumn sleepsDoes it whisper playful words, descend from skies of birds,Autumn sleeps
not wanting, but surrendering? Does it gravel and crawl,
Does it beg, does it call? detesting winter, but waiting for fall? Does it wait at street's end, for our seasonal friend? Weeping trees, they feed the wind Does it expose? Bare, and skinned? Does it fall?
Has it fallen? Will it fall forevermore?
What a sad cycle, never ceasing Cruel compassionless constant teasing of coming and going...
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