Photography: August Sunset

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On certain Sundays in November when the weather bothers me
I empty drawers of other summers where my shadows used to be
She is standing by the water as her smile begins to curl,
In this or any other summer, she is something all together different
Never just an ordinary girl.
And in the evenings on Long Island when the colors start to fade
She wears a silly yellow hat that someone gave her when she stayed
I didn’t think that she returned it, we left New York in a whirl
Time expands and then contracts when you are spinning in the grips of someone
Who is not an ordinary girl.
And when you sleep you find your mother in the night but she stays just out of sight
So there isn’t any sweetness in the dreaming
And when you wake the morning covers you with light and it makes you feel alright
But it’s just the same hard candy you’re remembering again.
You send your lover off to China and you wait for her to call
You put your girl up on a pedestal and you wait for her to fall
I put my summers back in a letter and I hide it from the world
All the regrets you can’t forget are somehow pressed upon a picture
In the face of such an ordinary girl.

Music: Home.

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons, they fill you with fear
The trouble, it might drag you down
If you get lost, you will always be found
Just know you’re not alone … I’m gonna make this place your home.

Rebelution: Running

Tell me what you’re running from …  she said everything and everyone.
Tell me what you’re running from, because your past it can’t be undone
Oh tell me what you’re running from, what you’re running from …

She wakes up every morning, thoughts weighing heavy on her mind
She’s hoping today will be a better day than the ones behind
She’s having some trouble getting going, from the fear she’s paralyzed
She puts her face into her hands and then she cries.

She’s so tired, she closes her eyes … trying to live up to a standard that the world provides.

No hope for tomorrow, no hope for today
No hope for anything that comes her way
She’s so used to feeling empty inside
No reasons to live, more reasons to die
At least that’s what she feels inside …
Will she ever find the courage to change?

She’s been running away so long, running away from home
Will she ever get back, well I don’t know, I don’t know …
You can see it in her eyes and you can see it in her smile

She’s so tired, she closes her eyes … trying to live up to a standard that the world provides.