I imagine this is how he thinks of me, how audacious i am.

She is peculiar,


We get close and drift away

closer then ever.

But farther now I will go

August is soon

but maybe too late for love,

And she hopes its not so.

and is love too strong a word?

She hopes I wont run from being loved back,

I'm the same way you know.



Let us share our secrets

the things that eat at us

maybe we can grow now

move on from this sad town

but sad is all im good at

sad is all i really have

sad is so reliable

Fall and you can come back

the ground is undeniable.

The ground is undeniable,

and it leaves traces on our clothes

dust me off

but I think its the ground, that knows

what words left our mouths

sad is all i really have

come and be my sad girl