Month of September Lyrics by Charlie Hickey
It’s okay, it’s okay
You don’t have to get back to me right now
‘Cause I know you’ve got school and your radio show to think about
But I’ve got nothing going on, but that’s only for the month of September
In a few weeks we’re going back in to the studio
We’re gonna finish the record
Until then, until then, I’ll just be making smoothies and thinking
Until then, until then, I’ll be turning off movies and breathing
Well sometimes, sometimes you just gotta ask someone if you’re alright
But nobody knows and if they did, they’d probably lie
It’s all just a big blue emergency room
It’s never your turn yet
No one can tell you what the hell is wrong with you
Making just enough money to get yourself to work in the morning
And just wait for the day when you’re finally a rock ‘n roll band
And you’re only as strong as the last nice thing that somebody said
All it takes, all it takes is a little bit of rain
For those words, for those words to just wash away
It’s all just a big blue emergency room
It’s never your turn yet
No one can tell you what the hell is wrong with you
Wanna drive through the old neighborhood looking in people’s windows
Dioramas of families eating dinner and watching T.V
Sometimes I think I do, but I don’t wish that I was a kid again
I just want something good to be coming
I want it to always be almost Christmas
Always be almost Christmas
Always be almost Christmas