When September came and you
were gone with the setting skies and
leaves that crunch like bone
I took a trip down memory lane
alone, in an orange-tinted room
trapped by the sun and the phantom
ants on my skin, I scratched and
clawed until I bled
And then night dawned and my
ears leaked every time I thought
of you. On the other side of the wall
your shadow broke down
Together we crashed to the ground
through splintering wood and split
lips and I kept falling until I heard
the music start to play.