Nearing another end I still waited Patiently but in denial I let myself be distracted Confused myself more What am I even longing for A version of you? The person you were The one you would become You at this moment See, this is our month Where our beginnings took place But the cycle has come to an end now Don't you think?
All other months are haunted I don't care, June is ours I haven't let you meet them properly That time in January It wasn't ours, I'm sorry