October

Alt Metal/ Acoustic/ Organ music

Verse 1
October found me thinking through cool sleepless nights,
Old conversations unfolded underneath my sleep.
Trees outside are losing leaves without a fight.
Some things don't really die — they are forever to keep.

The evening lowered all its colours of gold,
Like something once familiar suddenly growing old.
I had a thousand answers, but I couldn't make them fit,
So I left them on the table and walked away from it.

Pre-Chorus
This is just aging up,
This is a cry without a sound.
I know that something ended
Before I even turned around.

Chorus
October, don't be kind to me,
I need to know what's left when everything leaves.
Take every borrowed memory,
Every version of who I used to be.

October, don't be kind to me,
I can feel I'm becoming someone else.
Take every borrowed memory,
Just keep something honest in myself.

Verse 2
There are some things I haven't thrown away,
Not because I miss 'em — I just don't know what to say.
They look almost important, beautiful and needed,
Though used, forgotten, and eventually defeated.

I'm trying to realise that everything needs a final word,
Even silence says the things I never could.
And every path I hated had a reason to exist,
It brought me to this October, with my hands unclenched, with no will to resist.

Pre-Chorus
This is just aging up,
This is a cry without a sound.
I know that something ended
Before I even turned around.

Chorus
October, don't be kind to me,
I need to know what's left when everything leaves.
Take every borrowed memory,
Every version of who I used to be.

October, don't be kind to me,
I can feel I'm becoming someone else.
Take every borrowed memory,
Just keep something honest in myself.

Verse 3
Getting wet in this autumn rain,
Catching up with the final train.
Looking for the last excuse,
Simply deciding what to lose.

October...
I think I finally understand.
Some things don't disappear.
Some things don't have an end.
They always stay in certain fears,
They always know how to pretend.