And I'm clearing all the crap out of my room
Trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue
And I wrote an epic letter to you, and it's 22 pages front and back but it's too good to be used
And I tried to be a girl who likes to be used
But I'm too good for that, there's a mind under this hat
And I called them all and told them I've got to move
Feel like running.

I'm in France and the weather has fluctuated between 30 and 40 degrees celsius since I've been here; it's muggy and clammy and full of mosquitoes but the heat is soothing and the mountains are beautiful, and I'm largely at peace.