Oh to fill this cool September night
Something more than this array of distraction
This day from end-to-end
Was about your arrival
Your presence
Your ******* blinding presence
I tell you I hate you
It is how small I am
I hate

You are a whim on a song
At that time of the month

I am always going to hate you
Please please please pleas

You ***** exalting
I am just a mirror for your power