You buy yourself a furr coat, because you're sad and want to be glamorous. You run through the autumn leaves and learn how to break pretty boys hearts because they are far more pretty than you. You never quite get to be fully human because you become cold with little darling lies that never end, unlike the cigarette you just finished. Maybe that sun is false, maybe it's that cold autumn sun. Do not fret dear, because you have glasses to hide behind and a life that could be anything.