Running about is very important
Important enough to keep her from me
She won't tell me what's on her mind
I won't tell her I don't sleep

I caught myself calling her "girl"
Just like I do with my friends
It scared me just a little bit
As though the sisterhood would end

August when she'll make an escape
September when she'll have to call me on my birthday
October when I'll write about seeing her suitcase
November when she'll turn nineteen away



I'm losing you and it's effortless