September - Malcolm Holcombe

September keeps missin'

Someone in your arms

Someone you remember

For always

The garden of roses

Lay red on the ground

The frozen souls

And their voices

The nicotine shade

Cannot cover the window

The sunset besets you

To gaze

Impossible places

Where bitterness waits

To carry you deeper

Insane

So lay down in your head

Your mouth cannot move

For the heart’s of the dead

Leave you empty

So to hell with you

And your selfish bad luck

And your pity for me is just

Wasted

Now i curse and i beg

As september i dread

The shackles too heavy

For reason

So lay down in your head

Your mouth cannot move

For the heart’s of the dead

Leave you empty