The knots that I patched were made of nature's evergreen,
Male rage met my shaky hands, you said it was adrenaline,
You were with her while I'm waiting for your call,
While you're sipping in the cup, I felt so small.
I part the sea of loudness in between us,
You called me ignorant when I was fussed,
Hand prints of us in the church's cold chairs,
Your fingers as a comb to several girls shiny hairs.
All the lead me down to the garden path that I found out,
I overcame all your seasons, but I was killed by the drought,
I acted so fool, but I knew about the book,
I saw you with her, but I didn't take a look.
Did it hurt to know that no one stayed?
You wished for a flannel, but came was plaid,
Did it haunt you at least once in every second?
Have you found the girl from the city down to the back land?
