September caught me catching cols behind your back,
Sleeping in basements with fever dreams of running sick with the dogs While you worried,
Away in the garden,
About an early frost.
I'm calling in sick.
I'm calling it in.
September found me wearing headaches down to threads,
Sleeping off knots we tied around little tongues and we should know Better than to move in the fall.
We're calling in sick.
We're calling it in.