Augusta - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Feel like maybe I might go to Boston

Cut my hair in the way that I've wanted

Change my number and bury my wallet

California makes me exhausted

I'm lost

Heard a poem about mid-October

How the leaves in the fall feel like closure

About a girl that the guy wasn't over

Think that I might relate when I'm older

I'm lost

Tough, I don't know a lot that could hurt me

Learned the hard way to forget my body

'Til you're walking around like a zombie

Still don't know how to talk through that story

I'm lost