Sane

No shoes and a bottle of wine
No rules except yours and mine
The pavement still smells rain
The simple things that keep me sane

Oh I miss it so
In August when you tell the leaves please don't go
And oh it moves so slowly
I want to be where they don't know me

They don't know me
And they don't owe me
Anything

A cold bed but a blanket to warm you
A folded pile of fresh clean clothes
The vague scent of yesterday's shower
A new story for me to compose

Oh I miss it so
In April when the leaves decide that they won't grow
And oh It moves so slowly

I wanna be where they don't know me
I wanna be where they don't know me



Credits
Writer(s): Isabelle Maher
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