Scarlett Video (MV)

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