Maple leaves swirl in the wind like snow
It’s beautiful, I guess, but
I’m too busy watching my breath float
Retracing our old haunts again
Convinced I’ll find your footprints
On the path by the river, preserved in mud
I hope I don’t; I’d rather think I dreamed you up

I’ve lived this flashback a hundred times
Tried to make sense of the memories
A stop-motion movie that cuts off too soon
There was a time it didn’t hurt to love you
Before my only option was to cauterize the wound

I got lost watching smoke drift
Toward the waning moon
Thinking of the things you never knew
And even though I sent your memory out to sea
I’m still wandering the streets
We used to drive though

I’m pressing cold fingers to the rain on the glass
Watching the seasons change from my window
Better safe than sobbing
On the bathroom floor for you
I’m sweeping up the dust of us
Too tired to press on the bruise 

Just because I had to run, doesn’t mean
I don’t think of you, my old favourite song
Even though it doesn’t sound the same
The melody of you echoes through my brain
I still don’t forgive you, but I hope you’re okay