i dont know if u still exist or not
but why would i even want to know
its hard for me to go outside
when my bed still smells like your blouse
moving to a new house
with maple leaves falling from the skies
remeber the times back at our town?
i remember how much you loved the fall
bitting my fingers makes me wanna die
theres some kind of wierd shit in life sometimes
are you crying?
cause i want to cry
but its hard with everyone looking aroud
so ill just light a cigarette or a joint
and let myself enjoy being on my own