Pupil She Talks To Trees
She parks her head upon her shoulder
He turns the key that locks the door
We're not much warmer not much colder
SHe talks to trees and I keep fading
I'm not used to--
Was she playing?
Can I use you--
What's she saying?
She keeps a fire inside her folder
She will no tolerate delay
We're not much wiser not muck bolder
She finds degrees and I keep fading
Fading
She knows me
She owns me
Live in the now
