You can’t kick the leaves today darling because it’s wet under foot and your friend subscribe to the view that i am no good

But i’d like to express the sincerity (of my actions towards you early on) is there hope for us?

I didn’t think it would hurt to think of you but it pains me, pains me a kind of loving prior to which we never knew yeah, it pains me

In a town as small as this one there’s no escaping you although your not impressed by me what would you have me do?

I’ll immerse my self in guilt and pain (for your benefit) is there hope for us?

Don’t count on it