Augusta

Feel like maybe I might go to Boston
Cut my hair in the way that I've wanted
Change my number and bury my wallet
California makes me exhausted
I'm lost
Heard a poem about mid-October
How the leaves in the Fall feel like closure
About a girl that the guy wasn't over
Think that I might relate when I'm older
I'm lost
Tough, I don't know a lot that could hurt me
Learned the hard way to forget my body
'Til you're walkin' around like a zombie
Still don't know how to talk through that story
I'm lost