September

September keeps missing someone in your arms

Someone you remember for always

And the garden of roses lay red on the ground

Frozen souls and their voices

And the nicotine shade cannot cover the window

The sunset besets you to gaze

Impossible places where bitterness waits

To carry you deeper insane

So lay it down in your head

Your mouth cannot move

For the hearts of the dead

Leave you empty

So to hell with you and your selfish bad luck

Your pity for me is just wasted

Now I curse and I beg and September I dread

The shackles too heavy for reason

So lay it down in your head

Your mouth cannot move

For the hearts of the dead

Leave you empty