Sometimes it seems like there ain’t anybody out there
And the older I get, the less hope there is for me
So pilot me to Autumn’s love, lush, breeze
The time where lips quiver and moss hangs proudly from trees
The warmth of a wooden ladder that’s been worn and had
The sceneries in fiction that make me feel so sad
Because I can’t imagine
Someone wanting to know everything about me
From my birthday to my favorite songs
Maybe there’s someone who would like my songs
That would be a first
Maybe they’d even be interested in my words
But middle class hopes sedate souls
As common life goals unitize aspirations
So pilot me to Autumn’s love, lush, dares
Someone who rivals the short days of frimaire
Faded denim, buzzing cicadas, and moonlit lakes
A place in nature that fixes all of my mistakes
But individuality is as rare as a blood moon
And the end of Autumn means that I’ll be gone soon
So I’ll wish under this vast black sky
For a chance to live before I die
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