"Untitled October Song" lyrics
Thursday morning
Walk the bike path
Like it's nothing
But I lived in your skin
For almost four years
And now I'm blown clear
And everyone looks in
A river around a rock
I can hear you
But I don't really wanna talk
Cuz you've got this strange power
Over me
But I don't blame you
Even though I try
When I fail to
Find my footing
See my own view
Close your car door
Am I empty
In a good way
My foreign bedroom
All our old things
Reconfigured into something new
The saddest museum
Dedicated
To all my bullshit
Am I that dried flower?
On the table
Half immortal
Even though I died
When I asked you
To try and hold me
All the ways I wanted to hold you
Walk the bike path
Like it's nothing
But I lived in your skin
For almost four years
And now I'm blown clear
And everyone looks in
A river around a rock
I can hear you
But I don't really wanna talk
Cuz you've got this strange power
Over me
But I don't blame you
Even though I try
When I fail to
Find my footing
See my own view
Close your car door
Am I empty
In a good way
My foreign bedroom
All our old things
Reconfigured into something new
The saddest museum
Dedicated
To all my bullshit
Am I that dried flower?
On the table
Half immortal
Even though I died
When I asked you
To try and hold me
All the ways I wanted to hold you
Writer(s): Noah Henry Weinman
