The beech leaves from the beech trees cut my cheeks
I'd rather feel that than that time you left for weeks
Should I rather feel nothing?
Cuz now even the forest's blushing
From the things you said that night
You're the only thing keeping me from running to Alaska
Now I'm sunburnt from the sun
You're the only thing keeping me from running to Alaska
You told me I'm all you'll ever want
Coldest winters aren't cold enough for me
Forest splinters and soft scruff beneath the trees
But you're making it hard for me to stay sane
So I'll stay with you in vain