Autumn

(альбом: South Somewhere Else - 2020)

I don't miss you, Autumn
So much as the way it felt when I knew that you were gone
Back when my clarity of purpose seemed so strong
Now it just clutches, keeps me from moving on

I used to think that it was me who bore your memory
But could it be that memory made me who I am?
The expectation in my smallest of demands
Was you return, just as you were

I longed to make sense of your perspective
How you said sadness takes the shape of burning stars
How could you feel a thing so far from where we are?
A thousand years go by

And always they compelled to pass in static
We thought that innocence was something that could last
Now when I walk around, I wear it as a mask
So I won't see no one see me