Letra de September
tonight, the air is brittle, theres a brisk chill
the stars are peircing the sky
and isnt it nice, how the leaves change when they die,
youd think they're in their prime but they're running outta time
so look at your life, what have u done whats there to try
try dying to live, rather than living to die
and look at you and i we're all locked up inside,
running to nowhere, but nowheres where we'll hide.

Tomorrow we'll wake old and wrinkled
wishing we had made the best
and done all the things that in our old age
our brittle bones wont let us
"theres nothing here this town fucking sucks"
do u even try? this town is what you make of it, so is your life
"wheres something to do?" your locked up inside
your running to nowhere but nowheres where youll hide.

and i wish everymonth, could be septemeber
all the fun things weve done, cant you remember?
all the years past, theyll always last,
in my scrapbook heart, it sure was a blast
what have we become, i wish everymonth
could be september

this septembers not so prominent
just a wasted month of a wasted year, we'll probably forget