Graze the freckles on your knees
Secret messages in the summer breeze
Carved out words on a wooden fence
Truer words in future tense
Leave me today
When green fades, I'd rather go
Wish me away
There's no way I'd ever know
The stars are fucking right
I'm not good enough to be in love
Far past fit for fight
Last long song, nothing to speak of
But now you rest your head indoors
Could sour be sweet on a different day?
Maybe we could meet in another way

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