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