Jacket

 

glass-glittered sidewalks and children drawin in vain

chalk images was away in the rain

 

now i only write where i know my words may stain

but oh to be so young and free again

 

you don't fit in my jacket, don't stretch it over your arms

you don't fit, there's somewhere else you belong

 

i remember the wings of fireflies in the dark

oh the sound of the merry-go-round in the park

 

peelin off the bark from every sycamore tree 

i was like you and you were exactly like me, julia

 

but you don't fit in my jacket, don't stretch it over your arms

you don't fit there's somewhere else you belong

 

i never-minded the ocean, i could change the whole world

how does a person like me grow up to be a little girl?

 

you moved far away, you never said one word

sad things have happened, but that's the worst i ever heard

 

now i'd never mind a letter or two from you

i write with black ink, your pen is always blue

 

you don't fit in my jacket, so don't stretch it over your arms

you don't fit there's somewhere else you belong

 

you don't fit in my jacket, don't stretch it over your arms

you'll never fit, there's somewhere else you belong

 

 

 

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