As long as it takes for you to notice
I will stand restless atop empty milk cartons
And whisper sweet, sweet melodies
Into your forgotten
Your forgotten thoughts and dreams
You were my September
Skinny like a fledgling branch
I found myself lonely
On the long October nights
Their voices soar
And I blindly follow them
Music slipping sweetly
Sweetly through my fingertips
You and I are circles
Chasing empty promises
We've wasted so much time
There's no room for compromise
Nothing good comes easy
Close my eyes and you appear
I thought you'd come more naturally
Like the days of Blue Wisp year