Kara's Walk Home Dry
Where's the old tree with the swing that your dad tied up?
Or the dog that kept you warm when you were cold
The trees here just don't look the same
As the walk home every day after school
And my crushes were no more than projections
From the books and the manga I read at home
And I was crushed when you started drinking
Because it made me feel a little more alone
Take your time, take your time
Take your time and I'll be sure to take mine
