I'm into gold rings
And the aesthetics of autumn
Gave away my extremities
To a handful of boys with nice hair
Just to learn that
I can't spare any city where

All the girls I loved
Sit on trimmed grass banks
And tie their words 'round their ankles

So if this is the only loophole
I'll be the fucking queen of fall
And a little name
In the corner of the
Watercolored panda where

Every girl I was
Keep so very fine
For when cats circle 'round my ankles

All the girls I loved
Sit on trimmed grass banks
And tie their words 'round their ankles