Middle of the Street

Couldn't keep the flowers alive
So I had no choice but to find
Beauty in their demise
Cracking off leaves after they'd dried
Couldn't keep the flowers alive
And well, you know how hard I tried
To laugh at absurdity
And death is the most absurd thing, well

With melancholy
And a little grief
We might find peace

Nothing is rose-colored in the fall and
It has become my new favorite season
'Cuz we don't have to hide
Between pretty lies
Nothing is rose, nothing is rosе-colored in the fall
It's time to makе a call
In this October windfall

Wearing black on a daily basis
Mourning becomes homeostasis
If we focus on what we lost
Every second looks like a cost
So go dig up your brightest sweater
Laugh loudly and dress for the weather
Just because the summer is done
Doesn't mean we can't embrace the sun
For what it's done

With melancholy
And a little grief
We might find peace

Nothing is rose-colored in the fall and
It has become my new favorite season
'Cuz we don't have to hide
Between pretty lies
Nothing is rose, nothing is rose-colored in the fall
It's time to make a call
In this October windfall

To have loved and lost
How lucky for us
It's been cried a million times, still
How lucky for us
Nothing is rose-colored in the fall and(I am lucky)
It has become my new favorite season(To have lost you)
'Cuz we don't have to hide(I am lucky)
Between pretty lies(I am lucky, I am)
Nothing is rose
Nothing is rose-colored in the fall(I am lucky to have loved you)
It's time to make a call(I am lucky)
In this October windfall(I am lucky, I am)

People become the pictures we keep(I am lucky)
We only recall that which we can still see(I am lucky to have lost)
In our periphery(you, I am lucky)
Neither fiction nor actuality(I am lucky, I am)
Always stuck somewhere just in between