September

Like damp sand and broken promises
Like being stuck with strangers in an empty room
Dark circles from all those tears
And a sense of no control
Feet sinking into mud I thought was dry now
For I trusted your sunlight few minutes too soon
Shedding trees and angry waves
Songs in my head I want to replace
Failures from the year before
When I wanted to jump out of that plane
Mellow undertones, clouded days
Cracked lips and my paintless nails
Discarded projects I think of, of things that I had planned
Things I had planned over the years I would do
They’re all now bright and annoyingly blue
I try to rush out but I’m walking
I’m walking this maze of eerie and gloom
While I struggle to order a “happy” meal for two
It strikes me, or maybe I always knew
September somehow feels like you.