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 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 I'm lost I'm lost 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 walking around like a zombie Still don't know how to talk through that story I'm lost I'm lost I'm lost I'm lost