I like the fall,
I like to say
but I think it is
a lie, because
when I say it
I'm still really
to afraid to say it
and I really
say nothing
at all.

the pain is
familiar,
it feels very
felt before.
and really its
because the things
really aren't
very healed.

because the fall
is fast, we drive
the car south
and we fall in love
in the woods
of the world
and you know
what they say
about a tree
in the woods.

and you know
what they say
when they say
what they say.
I can't tell you
I don't have
the words to
tell you what
you must say.