I’m not normally inclined to speak about the months
But I have ripped my calendar off the wall and it lies in shreds on the floor
Why is it that when the leaves fall my life seems to fall apart?
Yet when the flowers bloom my life does not improve

I’ll say goodnight to ten years ago
Because nothing matters that is not now
And I can say no when it tries to haunt me
I will run and I will hide
Memories will never catch me here

Sometimes the best days take you by surprise
Like when you realize you like the soundless fury of loneliness
And everything feels safe for once
Not like in October
When the calendar falls apart

Over and over.
Love me, love me, love me, love me I said,
Until I was certain, he could never love me.

Why is it that when the leaves fall my life seems to fall apart?
Yet when the flowers bloom my life does not improve
I have ripped my calendar off the wall and it lies in shreds on the floor
But neither flowers nor small-scale destruction could ever make him love me.