september

In September I can breathe
No one expects a god damn thing from me

And I do what I want
Not what I might need
And whatever you want
Baby, you can keep
Old people who smoke cigarettes
Were once addicted to dreams instead of nicotine
And I don't know if I'll be dead
By the time I leave
I've heard I'm hard headed
I'm stubborn, I admit it
If I said it I probably meant it

Took my favorite hoodie, it can't get more obvious
You ever think that maybe, we're just not cut out for this shit
And when I say I mean it, I don't wanna see yuh
I'll expect a late night visit by the weekend
I'm running, running cause I'm getting claustrophobic
I know I said it, I was caught up in the moment
Tell me lies, tell me lies, it feels good don't it
Kinda like it when you cry cause I'm twisted in the mind
And I'll run and hide
When you're one of the few who really sees behind my pride
And I'll give us one more try
Just to see how bad we fuck it up this time

In September I can breathe
No one expects a god damn thing from me

Thing from me
Thing from me



Credits
Writer(s): John Mcclelland
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