September
Here she comes, looking glum as always
Dirty shoes, dirty look on her face
Rainy days when she's around, it's bright when she's away
But oh how I love her
If looks could kill, we'd all be ill and fading
Daddy loves you baby, no she's not used to paying
For her actions, for the thrill, but she's reaching for the bill
Oh how I need her
But I am just a boy, and she's been grown up since her youth
I can reach my hand out, but she keeps on slipping through
Seasons keep on changing, the skies go back to blue
Septembers here again, but where are you
Oh it's here again, but where are you
There she goes, heaven knows where off to
Hates this town like hell but never wants to move
Her name belongs in lights, she won't be taking mine anytime soon
But how I wish she would
'Cause I am just a boy, and she's been grown up since her youth
She used to be a writer, but I locked away the muse
Baby says I love too hard, so baby says we're through
If you ever feeling like lovin I'll be waiting here for you
Dead wax on my mind while she's holding the world in hand
Oh how can I forget someone I don't want to forget
She loved me in the winter, now here comes fall again
September's here and I'm a bloody mess
September's here and I'm a bloody wreck
Heard she's well, raising hell like always
People show me pictures, but I'm ok
Hope one day she stops running
I hope one day she stops running
Oh I hope one day she stops running
I hope one day she stops running, and learns how to stay
Maybe then she'll stop running from me
Maybe then she'll stop running from me
Dirty shoes, dirty look on her face
Rainy days when she's around, it's bright when she's away
But oh how I love her
If looks could kill, we'd all be ill and fading
Daddy loves you baby, no she's not used to paying
For her actions, for the thrill, but she's reaching for the bill
Oh how I need her
But I am just a boy, and she's been grown up since her youth
I can reach my hand out, but she keeps on slipping through
Seasons keep on changing, the skies go back to blue
Septembers here again, but where are you
Oh it's here again, but where are you
There she goes, heaven knows where off to
Hates this town like hell but never wants to move
Her name belongs in lights, she won't be taking mine anytime soon
But how I wish she would
'Cause I am just a boy, and she's been grown up since her youth
She used to be a writer, but I locked away the muse
Baby says I love too hard, so baby says we're through
If you ever feeling like lovin I'll be waiting here for you
Dead wax on my mind while she's holding the world in hand
Oh how can I forget someone I don't want to forget
She loved me in the winter, now here comes fall again
September's here and I'm a bloody mess
September's here and I'm a bloody wreck
Heard she's well, raising hell like always
People show me pictures, but I'm ok
Hope one day she stops running
I hope one day she stops running
Oh I hope one day she stops running
I hope one day she stops running, and learns how to stay
Maybe then she'll stop running from me
Maybe then she'll stop running from me
Credits
Writer(s): Sophia Hope Tice
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