Lyrics October - Liza Anne

October

See the sun kiss the night goodbye
I’m in no shape to moderate
I’m in love with the sky
It hides all my friendly mistakes
Tonight I know I am dancing alone through the past
Whose perfume is stinging my lungs?
Better last
Not on the phone, not on a passing plane
It’s hard to be on your own
Lord, I know in
October
I can’t win
I’m sober and I can’t win
Last night was just another one
It’s hard to differentiate
I’m not crying, not awake yeah
But who will listen anyway?
I’m learning to crawl on my own to me
Hearing you talking some distant dream
Not on the wire, not on the edge of a night
It’s hard to admit it sometimes
October
I can’t win
October
I can’t win
I’m sober and I can’t win
October
I can’t win
October
I can’t win
Ripping ties the hands that give, with constant need to grow
The girl now sings the song I wrote for you between the shells of art nouveau