Sometimes it seems like there ain’t anybody out there

And the older I get, the less hope there is for me

So pilot me to Autumn’s love, lush, breeze

The time where lips quiver and moss hangs proudly from trees

The warmth of a wooden ladder that’s been worn and had

The sceneries in fiction that make me feel so sad

Because I can’t imagine

Someone wanting to know everything about me

From my birthday to my favorite songs

Maybe there's someone who would like my songs

That would be a first

Maybe they’d even be interested in my words

But middle class hopes sedate souls

As common life goals unitize aspirations

So pilot me to Autumn’s love, lush, dares

Someone who rivals the short days of frimaire

Faded denim, buzzing cicadas, and moonlit lakes

A place in nature that fixes all of my mistakes

But individuality is as rare as a blood moon

And the end of Autumn means that I’ll be gone soon

So I’ll wish under this vast black sky

For a chance to live before I die