September Song by Adina Ora Lyrics
September Song
September feels like a story cut short
Morality lies inside the pleats of my skirt
This summer felt like outer space
September rings like my alarm clock, I’m awake
Jailbait filing into the classroom
Marking off calendar days till next june
I think that i will miss this more than I’d care to admit
I’ve never been anything but young, I’ve never had choices
I could talk down to the city boys, say you’re not all that special boys
You just talk to make your own noise to hear your own voices
You’re always saying I’m too quiet, well tell me
When’s the last time that you said something worth saying?
September feels like prayers sent
In my white dress time to repent
God can forgive each of his creatures
God lives in each of my Jewish features
I think that i will miss this more than I’d care to admit
I’ve never been anything but young, I’ve never had choices
I could talk down to the city boys, say you’re not all that special boys
You just talk to make your own noise to hear your own voices
You’re always saying I’m too quiet, well tell me
When’s the last time that you said something worth saying?
I am out out out of excuses to feel useless
I ran out of summer now the days feel longer
And I left left left all these ghosts here
Let them do what they wanted now this place feels haunted
Pretty is the currency we use to fund this economy
And I’m not not not getting prettier
Jailbait filing into the classroom
Marking off calendar days till next june
September feels like a story cut short
September feels like a story cut short
Morality lies inside the pleats of my skirt
This summer felt like outer space
September rings like my alarm clock, I’m awake
Jailbait filing into the classroom
Marking off calendar days till next june
I think that i will miss this more than I’d care to admit
I’ve never been anything but young, I’ve never had choices
I could talk down to the city boys, say you’re not all that special boys
You just talk to make your own noise to hear your own voices
You’re always saying I’m too quiet, well tell me
When’s the last time that you said something worth saying?
September feels like prayers sent
In my white dress time to repent
God can forgive each of his creatures
God lives in each of my Jewish features
I think that i will miss this more than I’d care to admit
I’ve never been anything but young, I’ve never had choices
I could talk down to the city boys, say you’re not all that special boys
You just talk to make your own noise to hear your own voices
You’re always saying I’m too quiet, well tell me
When’s the last time that you said something worth saying?
I am out out out of excuses to feel useless
I ran out of summer now the days feel longer
And I left left left all these ghosts here
Let them do what they wanted now this place feels haunted
Pretty is the currency we use to fund this economy
And I’m not not not getting prettier
Jailbait filing into the classroom
Marking off calendar days till next june
September feels like a story cut short