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letra de october - rook falco

[verse]
sitting on a bench while the preacher speaks
squeezing my hand when i fall asleep
put it in the ground as everybody leaves
wondering who you’re gonna be for halloween
slipping in the rain when we’re back in town
getting back up just to get back down
found a new song that i can’t send now
checking to see if your eyes are still brown

jillian waited for the october
tryna make sure that he stays sober
crushing all the leaves on the way over
she said, “you better not bе thinking bout her”
making a face at the pumpkin piе
changing the topic or at least i try
sitting on her couch and she asks me why
one word out and i start to cry

[chorus]
there’s something but it’s nothing, something i should have said
every day i pay the rent for you to live in my head
yeah i’m somewhere but it’s nowhere, no we’re not in my bed
on a warm rock by the sea, somewhere in mattapoisett

[verse]
screaming it out at the bas-m-nt east
darby moving down to the backseat
seven letter devil that i just can’t beat
every day is a different beast
fighting the wind at the old railway
tryna come up with what you’d say
hopes and dreams that i blink away
every dog will get its day
walking back in to the place we met
seeing the movie that i always said
i’d sit with you here and i’d never forget
if we saw it together but we never did
birthday party and karaoke
iron & wine on my front t–th
the moon reached down with all good grief
it hits as hard as it is to breathe, i’ll leave

[bridge]
sitting on a bench, painted next to you
playing it back, oh what did i do?
asking the devil and the deep blue
heads they win, and tails i lose
i’m breaking my hands playing with your skirt
you’re saying my name and tugging my shirt
digging it up six feet in the dirt
when somebody moves then somebody gets hurt

[chorus]
there’s something but it’s nothing, so much i should have said
i could move on with my life right now, i’d rather be dead
yeah i’m somewhere but it’s nowhere, nodding off in my bed
on a warm rock by the sea, somewhere in mattapoisett

[outro]
i think of you
till the cows come home
i’d talk to you
till the girls are grown
till i skip a stone
“but please, don’t just be thinking about it
and then getting sad and then thinking about it
and then getting sad and then thinking about it
and then getting sad
okay?
jeez”

- rook falco

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