Autumn leaves fall down like pieces into place and you're singing in the car getting lost upstate. What happens when those feelings come back? It's like a perfect masterpiece. What happens when it all ends? You're like a crumpled up piece of paper lying here. I think when it begins its like home somehow, but when it's over... I think it all just comes back in flashes, you know? I think the best part was having him, but the worst part was loosing me. I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it. I like to think he still thinks about me... because for me time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it. Now that I look back I see that we were just young and stupid with your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. Sometimes I wonder if you still have my scarf and remember the past it holds. Because I do, I remember it all too well.