The Whitest Pines

a song—indie—key of ???

fallen breeze, the hands of time

the smell of coconut and lime

smells better than nothing

reversal lingers in tail

on your fingers white and frail

you don't wear shoe strings

i've got a secret

i've got a secret

i've got a secret finally

i've got a reason

i've got a reason

i've got a reason for you to weep

it's my turn

lake shores, Fourth of July

Dr. Pepper chilled in ice

i won't forget

riverside, your feet submerged

your ears absorb the birds

can i regress?

September, across the street

the stomping of your feet

away from me

a wedding dress, the whitest pines

brushed up in our minds

i thought i was free...

i've got a secret

i've got a secret

i've got a secret finally

i've got a reason

i've got a reason

i've got a reason for you to weep

it's my turn

to make you squirm

like you do to me

it's my turn

to make you squirm

like you do to me

i've got a secret

i've got a secret

i've got a secret finally

i've got a reason

i've got a reason

i've got a reason for you to weep