In the morning before he wakes up
she’s collecting her clothes around the bed,
walking tiptoes and fixing her hair
shuts the door and she runs down the stairs
in a summer dress she walks on home
all her winter clothes are gone or sold
there’s no looking back and there’s no fear
there’s no reason for her to believe
that she needs to hang on to her past
it’s so natural just to move on
and he doesn’t know that she’s really
gone into her closet and her drawers
to throw out the things she can’t ignore
in a summer dress she walks on home
all her winter clothes are gone or sold.
лето такое летнее.
одно из тех что я так люблю вспоминать и настольгировать.
гулять до утра встречая рассветы и валяться на диванах смотреть глупые тупняковые передачи.
