October

When I think of you, it's from memory

When you think of me, are you smiling?

It does not expire, not even when I sleep

But like the color of October, it's not mine to keep

How would I know it would end before we still had a lifetime to go?

Someday we'll be looking back and laughing, I hope

Judging by the lines in my hands

But what do I know? Nothing 'bout the future

But to leave room to grow

All these lessons learned by staring out my window

Imagining a heart as soft as sand

At the beginning of my fever dream

I had forgotten why I was smiling

How would I know it would end before we still had a lifetime to go?

Someday we'll be looking back and laughing, I hope

Judging by the lines in my hands

But what do I know? Nothing 'bout the future

But to leave room to grow

All these lessons learned by staring out my window

Imagining a heart as soft as sand