September

i'm not good at anything
that i thought would go alright
you're almost perfect
even through all the wrongs you've done
and there's nothing i can do
but silently surrender

close the door
let your clothes
fall down
you know i'm so hopeless
lying in everything
last summer's heartfelt romance
used to be

in the morning
the words won't matter
'cos we let summer go
without trying to stop september
from coming back again

in the morning
lovers catch taxis downtown
without even a goodbye
and you don't dare tell anyone
that you rolled the window down
and hoped the morning
hadn't really come around just yet

tell me i'm wrong
tell me it's not september
and i'm more than saturday night's stranger
to your sun-kissed freckles
i counted once,
to fifty-three
before you said goodbye