October

You were riding through October, as you knew
You were leaving soon, it was overdue
He was looking you in the eye
And his kiss was cold and dry
But you turned your head and spat down on the drive

Does it feel surreal to be living your last life
When you're breathing still, but you're letting time pass by
You don't have no time to heal
Brother, death is more than real
Have you even thought about how it may feel

Will you turn to God, or turn to sand
You are yet to be convinced you're a mortal man
When you're laying in your bed
And the sickness only spreads
Is it then you feel the weakness you won't shed

If it's pleasure you live for
You don't have it anymore
Looking at you, you look sad
Loving others isn't bad



Credits
Writer(s): Weston Flory
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