"Crying"

When it's my turn to cry

I think about this

The goosebumps of girls we grew up with

My second french kiss

When we were blonde as butter

When we deserved each other

Summers we bled in your bedroom

With crescent french tips

And when my lip starts to quake

Well this is just for your sake

I tease out the tears of these memories

From when we meant this

But oh, heaven knows

That was years ago

And my how we have grown

The same in name alone

Now we're vacant inside

But you'd never know

Those waterworks still flow

But now it's just for show

When it's your turn to cry

Just take a deep breath

And breathe in the smell of the pear trees

And name your regrets

Raise the ghosts of those dreams

Cut down from the cross beams

And wait for the sound of his house keys

Pretend to forget

But oh, heaven knows

That was years ago

And my how we have grown

The same in name alone

It's just salvage inside

And there's no one home

The doors all boarded closed

The copper stripped and sold

So this well has run dry

No one has to know

The waterworks still flow

But this is just for show