All the colors.

I always wonder, I wonder why, do you have to die?

And why is that so nice?

Shouldn’t I feel bad that Autumn’s got you stranglin for weeks on end, in its cold hands?

I know they call it fall, but can’t you just pretend you didn’t hear them say anything at all?

Stay green, stay alive, and why do I get to live such a longer life?

I can’t wait to feed these worms beneath me, so don’t you bury me inside of anything.

The air outside is brisk any time of day that you go wandering,

Kicking through these piles of leaves up to your ankles got me thinking

What a thing it is to find such joy in something else’s sorrow

What a life to live to see such yesterdays and await tomorrow.

I see the difference in the context, something dies and something’s born,

But where’s the separation when our feet are cold but out hearts are warm?

Did summer end the day that brought that grey rain?

Or did fall begin the day I wore my jacket for an evening spin?

The nights are getting colder and yes, I do want you next to me,

but that doesn’t have anything to do with dropping mercury.

And I’m not saying you’re the cure to all my problems and my fears,

I’m just saying it’d be cooler than the weather if you were here.