Scarlett

We stand at South Station
Crossed arms and forced conversation
Neither wanting to take blame for some altercation I can't reclaim

But we talk
yeah we talk
yeah we talk
Cause a bit of farewell's bad luck

We argue with crimson violet
Hot stares and cold, flowered silence
I guess that's our way, you and me
Tender hearts, temper fits
And that's the way it'll be
Unless we try and change it

But I hate
yeah I hate
How it makes me still feel like a kid

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

At the station I think of Scarlett
Old friend from the farmer's market
She's encyclopedic on greenery and seedlings
And likes lots of people but keeps to herself
After spending the year by a hospitable bed
And now Scarlett has no one to argue with

Oh, Scarlett has no one to argue with
Oh, Scarlett has no one to argue with
And I start to lose taste for our arguments
Knowing Scarlett has no one to argue with



Credits
Writer(s): Daphne Gampel
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