October - Liza Anne

See the sun kiss the night goodbye

I’m in no shape to moderate

I’m in love with the sky

It hides all my friendly mistakes

Tonight I know I am dancing alone through the past

Whose perfume is stinging my lungs?

Better last

Not on the phone, not on a passing plane

It’s hard to be on your own

Lord, I know in

October

I can’t win

I’m sober and I can’t win

Last night was just another one

It’s hard to differentiate

I’m not crying, not awake yeah

But who will listen anyway?

I’m learning to crawl on my own to me

Hearing you talking some distant dream

Not on the wire, not on the edge of a night

It’s hard to admit it sometimes

October

I can’t win

October

I can’t win

I’m sober and I can’t win

October

I can’t win

October

I can’t win

Ripping ties the hands that give, with constant need to grow

The girl now sings the song I wrote for you between the shells of art nouveau