Clover

Summer tucked in with a satin sheet

A vintage photograph with worn-out letters underneath

Her perfume was sweet like how moonlight kissed the sky

And people are just paper dolls until they say goodbye

I told you, I told you, I'm trying to grow

Gotta touch the sun before it's time for the snow

I told you, I told you, I'll pay what I owe

And you know I'll stop by when it's my time to go

So let's stick chemtrails to the sky with safety pins

Breathe in our youth, fallen peach and cinnamon