The stranger sang a theme,
from someone else's dream.
The leaves began to fall,
and no one spoke at all.
But I can't seem to recall
when you came along.
Ingenue..

I Just don't know what to do.

The tree lined avenue,
begins to fade from view.
Drowning past regrets,
in tea and cigarettes.
But I can't seem to forget
when you came along.
Ingenue..

I just don't know what to do...

Anymore.

suri thought at 12:30 PM