It’s fall in Maine
And it’s freezing cold
Yet I still lay by the ocean
Hoping you’ll call
The blue of the seas remind me of

A racing beat is all I hear
As I lie perfectly still right he
Curled up just like a baby
Pressed against your bare chest
Your hand is running through my ha

Many could feed off my tears; they
The savored taste of sympathy
If they fed they’d learn from me

I scratched my luck away on a tiny
Fifty dollars richer but what did
That’s not the luck I needed
It’s not what I had an itch for
To feel your fingertips caressing

This was our couple name, although
We walked on the beach at midnight
While the police chased us down be
We drove for a while and just talk
I said mine was messed up but you

Falling leaves;
A new branch shakes
Feathers free from windy lakes
Fly bird, fly
With no compass to follow

March is often the slowest month
Waiting for the snow to melt
Watching it turn into muddy puddle
Wishing for warmer days
You keep thinking about

Sah-win again, my fears are gone
Living are now separated from the
Graves are at ease and the souls a
And I stay quiet as a mouse

I don’t want to come out and say t
But you’ll be fine and happy for m
And then you’ll get depressed
You’re sad for things that never h
And you’ve got that crazy look in

Grammie– when I think of you I th
You always have gone out of your w
When I think of you I think of mi
We used to pause the movie halfway
I think of every day after school