October

One, two, three, four

See the sun kiss the night goodbye
I'm in no shape to moderate
I'm in love with the blackened sky
It hides all my friendly mistakes
Tonight I know I am dancing alone through the past
Whose perfume is stinging my lungs?
Better last

Not on the phone, not on a passing plane
It's hard to be on your own
Lord, I know in

October
I can't win
I'm sober and I can't win

Last night was just another one
It's hard to differentiate
I'm not crying, not awake yeah
But who will listen anyway?

I'm learning to crawl on my own to me
Hearing you talking some distant dream
Not on the wire, not on the edge of a night
It's hard to admit it sometimes

October
I can't win
October
I can't win
I'm sober and I can't win

October
I can't win
October
I can't win

Ripping ties the hands that give, with constant need to grow
The girl now sings the song I wrote
For you between shells of art nouveau



Credits
Writer(s): Ciaran Lavery, Daniel Ball, Kristoffer Platt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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