Scarlett Lyrics

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 bitter farewell's bad luck

We argue with crimson violet

Hot stares and cold flower 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

At the station, I think of Scarlett

An 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 hospital bed

And now Scarlett has no one to argue with

Scarlett has no one to argue with

Scarlett has no one to argue with

And I start to lose taste for our arguments

Knowing Scarlett has no one to argue with