I fell in love with you on a blurry cold September day; blurry from tears that ran down my face the last three hours.
We say in my room watching romantic comedies drinking coffee and talking about the moon and the rain outside.
You asked me why I was crying but how could I tell you it was over someone from a long time ago?
How could I tell you that as I got over him I was slowly falling for you?
You asked me if I wanted to go on an adventure; of course I wanted To go on an adventure.
And instead of moving you turned off the tv, turned on the radio and we listened to every pop punk band we knew and talked of the places we would go.
I fell in love with you in September but by October you would have moved on because I wasn't ready yet.
I couldn't quite move on from him and you couldn't quite let that go and I couldn't blame you.
It was a cold day... A cold September day.