Don't know how to tell you what I'm feeling.
It's autumn. Just autumn.
But there's a girl knee-deep in dead leaves,
and she knows what I mean.

Just gotta say I'm a little lost in all this,
like that time we were in Paris,
and could only speak love,
but french would have been easier,
Had that smile on my face,
you know the one I mean,
thought only you would ever know about it,
but it turns out I'm not so good at keeping secrets.
Maybe this time.

Saw your car the other day,
but I didn't look just in case it was you,
it's a lot easier this way,
you know,
I let you go that day,
splash in the water like a rock
in the ocean that I don't expect to
find,

Burned for a little while,
but some fireman came and put me out,
Didn't expect you to be engraved on me,
but it's all just symbolic,
let me reassure you that I cleaned out
all my drawers,
and that's you in the cardboard box,
and that's Paris in the photo album.

There's me in the background,
in that funny hat I bought,
that you wouldn't wear.
It's still lying around here somewhere,
I'll find it with your necklace,
the one that meant something.

Thought for awhile you were lurking
somewhere in my closet,
but I checked.
There's only monsters there.

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