September

met you in the park we played as kids

kinda knew I won't see you again

maybe it's for the better

maybe it's for the better

the moon she saw me

crying in your arms

a haunting realisation

of a story with no start

I'll make it through September

talking to the ghost of you

won't you sing me a word

won't you sing me a word

like you used to

I'll be waiting for

I'll be waiting for your return

we weren't always strangers

I never thought it's what we deserved

I'll be holding on

I'll be holding onto my love

the feeling may get older

but I remember you easier