Meet Me In St. Louis - Basement

Every moment is broken.

Am I kidding myself,

Trying to get you out of my life, when I can’t get you out of my mind?

We’re talking, but are these words fake?

Is anything left true?

I made a promise to myself, but I’ll break it if you ask me to.

Don’t say goodnight.

I hate October;

nothing changes but the weather, and I’m tired of feeling cold.