I played September like the next song not listened to
Blended through the embers of campfires sweat glistened to
I remember sending you to the cabin, need smores and miller lights
You were scared like Thriller nights in dimmed killer sights
Murdering the scene with curveballs striking home
Inviting tones to coincide with grey clouds lightning proned
Rain washing the galantry, we valiantly continue with the sex play
Falacies of malice and mischief smelted into the next day
Morning dew fresh with drops remembering the flights of the previous
Prerecorded episodes predisposed to red shades of the devious
Moet and scrambled cheese eggs filled to calm the savage beast
Soul ravaged, depleated bodies scream above the average peep
You still smile like life was a newborn given to your breast
Feeding to maturity lifting righteousness, appointed to rest
Guessing that time has lost its pull because it didn't matter
Fixiation of heartbeats toss, loss time's position amongst the chatter
And this would continue throughout various hotels and venues
Where every September weekend consist of these activity menues
Ending with embers and sweat glands, performing the closure
Suspending all winters and falls, contorting normal composure