I was born too near the end

And the moon was getting smaller

At the peak of a weakening phase

Waning Gibbous raised a scholar

Ok, baby boy, let’s see what else you can do

September was my true love’s tune

’82:

I was born too near the end

To save the day forever after

Someone misspoke or I miss dreamt

Cue my mother’s nervous laughter

Ok, little man, let’s see what else you can do

September was my true love’s tune

There’s no place like any broken home

I was so wrong, took for granted

I could save the disenchanted

Help you help me defy the drama

Golden boys got no time for trauma

’92:

I was never bored again

Sweet delusions made of grandeur

Every sketch of song an invisible friend

Every man a father figure

Hey there, wonder boy, let’s see what else you can do

September was my true love’s tune

So ’02:

What a time to be alive

But an anxious little lover

Taking everything in stride

It takes a lifetime to recover

So tell me what you want, could it be yourself?

Could it be me?

So tell me what you want, could it be yourself?

Could it be?

I remember “Aja” on the minidisc you wrecked

Overwriting everything the body won’t forget

As I walked from another broken home to another broken home to another broken home at last

I was so young, took for granted

I could make the world enchanted

Help you help me spin the drama

Golden boy in the time of trauma

Love me, love me

Say you love me

I will take your love for granted

Help me help me, I can’t help it

Say you love me

Do you really? Do!

September was my true love’s tune

September something, eighty what

September something, eighty what

September something, eighty what

2012:

I was born again, again

I got dumped for someone younger

Here it is, your moment of zen

The prescription is more hunger

So tell me what you want, could it be yourself?

Could it be me?

So tell me what you want, could it be yourself?

Could it be?