See her in the sky over the river
I tell myself I don't wanna be her
She sees how they see her
Trying to catch some of her perfume
Maybe if I smelled like her
It's like she's made of sand
She doesn't like to scream at the wind
Blame the moon for all I can't be
Maybe then they'd really see me
Trying to catch some of her perfume
Maybe if I smelled like her
It hurts to scream and still be left
Too loud but still peripheral
I'm a gambler in Kaitlyn's debt
To breathe her air is to be left
Devoid of charm and truth