August is opening her arms to me
July is ending in a couple of days
My eyes are pouring over the months and the years
But your eyes never quite seem to do the same

Am I lost in the crowd of your followers
The long line of lovers you never loved
Am I the personification
The paper explanation of what you want
But do not want

Oh, I swore I would not do this

Now, I was a little girl; pigtails, dirty fingernails
I was all knotted shoestrings and swing sets
Then you blew into my view, rough edges but soft words
And I was young, but I knew love when I found it

And I swore I would not do this
Oh I swore I would not go through with this
But I have loved you too long

So won't you explore the continent of my skin
Won't you come and learn the language of my lips
I wish you would pack up your wagons, head to the west
But the sea is so much sweeter I guess
It's much sweeter I guess
It's much sweeter
I guess, I guess, I guess...

And I swore I would not do this
Oh I swore I would not do this
Oh I swore I would not do this
But I have loved you too long

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