Halloween In August

Probably you don't ever think of me
But I'm hung up on a possibility
Unlike a cat, a useless thing
Fraying up the loose ends of a string

Cleaned my room up, now my stomach's full of sod and butterflies
Sink in saccharine in the blackness, the hollow parts around my spine
You should call me, I'll come over and we could kiss to TV shows
You're so pretty, you're so funny
I just like you, I don't know

Orange in a patch of boring green
You're the part that changes everything
You're the wind that rustles up the leaves
You're the part that changes evеrything

You wake up
Old autumn sun
You're on my mind
But I'm no fun

I don't think I could be anyonе's somebody