She was killing good luck with her bare hands on cloudy nights,
Kissing off her allies with her poison lips - the trigger slips

September was a good girl when she could be
Whoa
I wanted to remeber how things should be
Whoa

A pixy driving sixty from Bull City to Corpus Christi
Scrawling out a postcard,
"Do you miss me, do you miss me?"
Why must she do it?
Is dying just the nature of the season?
I don't have a reason

September was a good girl when she could be
Whoa
I wanted to remember how things should be
Whoa

September was as good as she could be
Whoa
September's gone but there'll be others,
Trust me
Whoa
Whoa