
September Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Assault in the first degree
Where are your hands? Are you looking at me?
Do I taste just like a key lime?
You'll get 12 years with flattery
Adolescence in abundance
All the soft and leaking parts
Kept immortal in your closet
Hoarding wet, still-beating hearts
Ley lines crack, poison ivy, hair trigger
Never know when you're sincere
(What do you see when you're here?)
If I ever go back, ursa minor, big dipper
Feel the storm in your inner ear
(Make sure the picture is clear)
Where there's Will, there's a way
To make the beasts beneath the bed pay
Eat your fill of easy prey
Let the scraps fall where they may
One of these days, when you feel safe
You'll see my face and turn around
And I will burn September down
Possession in the first degree
More like a ghost than an addict to me
Am I slick like fresh-cut shallots?
Foam and tears in the recipe
Blond hair, buzz cut, red Dodge Magnum
Pulled some cocaine from the dash
Etched a burden in my Atlas
Turned my best regrets to ash
Ley lines crack, poison ivy, hair trigger
Never know when you're sincere
(What do you see when you're here?)
If I ever go back, ursa minor, big dipper
Feel the storm in your inner ear
(Make sure the picture is clear)
Where there's Will, there's a way
To make the beasts beneath the bed pay
Eat your fill of easy prey
Let the scraps fall where they may
One of these days, when you feel safe
You'll see my face and turn around
And I will burn September down
Hidden cameras, you let me see the worst bits
So I'd wonder what you had on me
A little cigarette-smoking baby, was it worth it?
Go ahead and let the whole world see
Where there's Will, there's a way
To make the beasts beneath the bed pay
Eat your fill of easy prey
Let the scraps fall where they may
One of these days, when you feel safe
You'll see my face and turn around
And I will burn September down
A little blue bag with the bones of baby dolls
Hidden back behind your mirror
(What do you see when you're here?)
If I ever go back, ursa minor, big dipper
All the evidence will disappear
(Make sure the picture is clear)