I met a girl one day
She wore long sleeves, long pants
It was midsummer.
I asked her why and
She gripped her sleeves tight
Says it’s was the cat and
Smiles brighter than she should.
But the thing is she didn’t own a cat
Only a sharp silver blade
Sitting in her room every night
Crying out for help
In silent tears that hit the floor
“Not anymore,” she cried
Now the girl I met that one day
Who wore long sleeves, long pants
I asked her how she was doing
And I said, “I’m glad you’re doing good.”
She gripped me tight and cried
“Don’t ever leave me.”
And I never did.