The Books - August/September Lyrics

Songs for the weak
Weeks spent all alone, atone for the times my heart was at home
Once gone, all thoughts and insensitive droughts brought more to me than I can recollect
Collect yourself
Brush the dust off, rest yourself, and jest yourself to my heart's content
You wrecked yourself
I wrecked myself

Who's to say love gets to speak?
Maybe me speaking pleas down on my knees as I utter the words you've undoubtedly heard
But again, love takes control
And I roll my eyes as I fall down the rabbit hole that you dug
My goals and aspirations supersede the wealthy congregations I observe as I dive deep into frustration
But I love you
And does it matter either way if I don't have much to say the day I said it and you said it back
As if your presence wasn't enough, happiness attacked and I was met with no flack or backfire
Just love

I can't say I always act my age 'cause things get too strange to arrange
My brain gets cluttered
Just 'cause decisions don't always line up doesn't mean I should wind up and lie down
With anxiety chills, no sleeping pills, just you, but I can't help it
If you're sitting and thinking of how I am, it should be no wonder
I'm on my phone at 3 AM just thinking of your smile I'm in love

It's hard to say how I feel this way, It just showed up one day, but there's nothing I'd change

I'd say that I'm spry, but I'm young, a bit dumb, and I don't drive
Constantly relying on public transit to give me a ride
A ride that climbs the shoe racks of 25 cents over minimum wage but I'm 18
This crazed, estranged phenomenon that our lives need to be arranged at this age
That I'm too young to love, and too old to cry
But I said goodbye to those years of my life I spent having fun
No more school to wait, just art and pain, but with you, I feel none but the former

I simply adore the thought of your Nikon on the drawer and the projector precariously arranged at the door
I don't know why life is this taking, but simple with you, nothing shy of amazing
The common ground we rest upon is surely sweeter than the setting sun
Do you understand why I want to be that guy?
It's love

But things changed, as people do
I know he hasn't, but you think he's due
Three months wasn't enough time in his metaphysical oven
Don't touch him, what's changed?
If you continue to leave all bridges in tact and sanctioned
You'll keep getting anxious and you won't know why
I'm hurt you kept contact with him but not me, and when you left me, you gave me no sympathy
Just a string of reasons why our season won't work out for you
Now I'm drowning in reasons to not care but I'm not there
I thought I was done missing you but it's not through
It's just begun and I'm strung worse than the world's first guitar

It's so hard
You're so far gone and it's hard to say whether or not I'd ever take you back 'cause you hurt me
Are you worthy?

Is it foolish to say what you gave me was great?
No grey days with you in my brain
Never filled with rage until August came

How could you say you were uncomfortable when I verbally asked and read all your signals
Unlike another I know

I'm just lost

You were great, you were everything
I knew all about you, but did you feel the same about me?
My life's a tree and you're the trunk that leads to the best memories that therapy can't erase 'cause as of now
They're the hardest to wear on my sleeve

You meant the damn world to me
You mean the world to me