It's come to be that time of year
When the leaves have fallen
And the trees are bare,
And your lungs begin to breathe in cold air
Now, you sit idle in the parking lot
Of some old abandoned hangout spot,
And you try to comprehend the things you're not

With one shallow breath, you calculate your costs
And with one sigh of regret, you tell yourself you've lost

Well, I won't watch you die
The same slow painful death, night after night
I won't watch you cry
Over the same subjects night after night

You sit, calm, on this subway car,
Taking you so very far,
And every day that passes is so hard
You struggle to find the words to say,
But no one can understand anyway
Just how hard it is at the end of the day

With one shallow breath, you calculate your costs
And with one sigh of regret, you tell yourself you've lost

Well, I won't watch you die
The same slow painful death, night after night
I won't watch you cry
Over the same subjects night after night

Maybe it's so that autumn just wasn't our season

Well, I won't watch you die
The same slow painful death, night after night
I won't watch you cry
Over the same subjects night after night