[Intro] You skip the first cold You jump to the gold You call it October Like September never showed [Verse 1] There were nights before the coat became a religion Nights the road was only a road and you were only late You sand those off like they were extra to the vision You start the month Where the light looks paid I remember the week you would not take my call I remember the porch with no cider and no plan That was still us That was still the coming fall You just do not let that week Sit in your hand [Pre-Chorus] If a season is a story You took the scissors out You kept the pretty acre And you threw the entrance out [Chorus] You cut September short So October could look clean You cut September short And you left me in between You cut September short Do not act like time just ran You chose the starting line You chose the better man [Verse 2] September had your mother tired and the kettle off September had the orchard still locked and mean September had me standing in the yard like a lost dog Wanting in Not yet in the scene You skip that part because it does not photograph It does not pour, it does not burn, it does not sing It is just two people failing at a simple ask And that failure Is still the real beginning [Pre-Chorus] If a season is a story You took the scissors out You kept the pretty acre And you threw the entrance out [Chorus] You cut September short So October could look clean You cut September short And you left me in between You cut September short Do not act like time just ran You chose the starting line You chose the better man [Verse 3] I can live inside the fall you saved if I have to I have done it on the road, in the chair, in the hall I cannot live with you pretending the door was new When I knocked in September And you did not talk at all Put the week back Put the silence back in the tale Let the table hear the part that did not glow If you kept October Keep the on-ramp and the fail Or admit the month Is a film you chose to show [Bridge] I am not asking for more love I am asking for the date Stop making a clean season Out of a messy gate If you love the gold Then own the gray that made it Do not trim the calendar Till I cannot locate it [Breakdown] Week one No coat No cup No late You cut You cut You cut The date [Chorus] You cut September short So October could look clean You cut September short And you left me in between You cut September short Do not act like time just ran You chose the starting line You chose the better man [Final Chorus] You cut September short Put the days back where they sat I was already falling Before you called it that You cut September short If you tell it, tell the wait I lived in the cut I still live in the wait [Outro] Calendar Open Your mouth Closed on the start September On the floor October In your art
