I Should Never

September snuck right up on me.

It passed by me in a basement dream

where I was just cooling down

for getting so worked up.

I woke up and still felt the same.

Go ahead and board all the windows

because I can't see anything.

Now I wanna know

what are you still doing here?

And my friends aren't good for anything

and thank god that this porch is blocked by trees.

We could get wrapped up, held in custody.

I should never try to strum six strings.

I'll make a mess I can't clean up

any time soon with the same question

what are you still doing here?

And all of your words get stuck

like splinters with no remedy to remove.