[Intro] You kept it I lived around it Now I want The month In my hands [Verse 1] I did the road, I did the pile, I did the pictures off the wall I learned the frame, I learned the cut, I learned the chair I can stand outside your story and I can take the fall What I cannot take Is you still breathing that air You do not get to own October like a coat in a locked drawer You do not get my name for heat and my body for the edge If the season still has blood, then it still has a door Open it Or admit you will not [Pre-Chorus] I am not asking nice I am not asking kind I want the days You filed under mine [Chorus] Give me back that month Do not tell it, hand it over Give me back that month I am done living in your cover Give me back that month The coat, the cup, the late I want the live October Not the one you narrate [Verse 2] You can keep the prettier man, I will not fight him anymore He was never standing in the driveway with the cold What I want is the raw week, the locked gate, the burned score The kitchen clock The road that would not let go Give me the ugly minutes with my own mouth on them Give me September back where you trimmed it off Give me the sweater in my hands, not the ghost of the hem Give me the month Before you made it soft [Pre-Chorus] I am not asking nice I am not asking kind I want the days You filed under mine [Chorus] Give me back that month Do not tell it, hand it over Give me back that month I am done living in your cover Give me back that month The coat, the cup, the late I want the live October Not the one you narrate [Verse 3] If you cannot give a season, then give me one true night No table, no hallway story, no gold on the lie Look at me and spend the good version in the actual light Or drop my name And let the month die I have fallen for the fall inside a room I do not own I have driven 19 like a prayer that never lands I am asking once, out loud, in a voice that is my own Give it back Or get it out of my hands [Bridge] I do not want a photograph I do not want a speech I want the air we stole In reach If love was a month Then pay me in the days Not in a story That puts me in a daze [Breakdown] Give it Give it Give it back Coat Cup Road Track Mine Mine Or nothing Nothing [Chorus] Give me back that month Do not tell it, hand it over Give me back that month I am done living in your cover Give me back that month The coat, the cup, the late I want the live October Not the one you narrate [Final Chorus] Give me back that month Say yes or cut me clean I will not haunt your telling I will not starve in the scene Give me back that month If you can't, then let it burn I want the days Or I want the end of the year [Outro] Hands out Mouth shut Your move My month Give it Or Done
