When autumn comes, it doesn't ask.
It just walks in, where it left you last.
And you never know, when it starts,
Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.
Something's missing,
And I don't know how to fix it.
Something's missing....
And I don't know what it is at all.
--john mayer
Sunday, October 7, 2007
When Autumn Comes
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