Magnolia blooms crumple beneath our feet
Falling in between cement blocks up the hills of South City
Winter turned late spring, we recited every blossom,
That bent in towards us on the mile loop back home
I wore a tank top that made me feel the toughest,
Lowered my voice so I felt grounded and serene
I had been waiting until just before sunset,
To tell you that I had to let go
Your face was red
Like Mullberry jam
I hid myself in the Redbuds
I hid myself in the Redbuds
I hit myself in the Redbuds
I was tired of being brave