Passing Through

You’re never going to say anything real cause real is a suit that wears you down, so don’t stick around and I won’t follow. I’m never going to get what I thought I never said I needed, but you knew didn’t you? I’m no longer the girl you’re passing through. And it goes without saying and it goes without a hitch, it’s just a purple cloud at the picnic of an optimist. It’s just the other side of a long anticipation. We said goodbye on our way to the station.