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