your old house is by new favorite tree
i see the leaves change from a spot across the street
and i never knew
till i came back looking for you
its not a parking lot
but a patch of grass
now it takes me longer to get home
i've gotten older and started driving slow
why didn't we stay
where i gave you paints
i had a washboard and unconditional love
its a sarcastic girl on your shirt
they didn't know i wouldn't become your first
there in your aunts house
where i had to sleep on the couch
and fake praise for uncle daves favorite team
i planned a random circumstance
to ask to hear if you would spare me the chance
a tale to tell the kids
about how we split
but came back beside a canal of glass
cause i thought i saw you coming down the street
oh god it scared the shit out of me
put my face in a book
i could barely bring myself to look
and oh how i sighed when some lady walked by
its the time of year to think of you
and bring leaves home to hang in my room
from a fiery red maple tree
that annually reminds me
how it could have been great
if you didn't hate yourself
