I cut my hair I change my face
I keep moving but I'm out of pace
The person who was is already gone
But the memories, they carry on
It isn't Autumn till October
I'm amazed I made it through the winter
But I'm not that glad, it's already gone
So I'll sing my, my swan song
As the days blend into one another
Like a watercolor picture, muted colors
You're a concerto, I'm an empty hall
Ready for the oncoming fall
Feeling so wrong is all I know
Holding tempo even though
My heartbeat barely flows
I'll just keep going I guess
(I guess, I mean... I don't know)
It isn't Autumn till October
I'm amazed I made it through the winter
But I'm not that glad, it's already gone
So I'll sing my, my swan song