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