Meet Me In St. Louis

Every moment is broken.
Am I wasting my time,
Trying to get you out of my life
When I can't get you out of my mind?

We're talking, but are these words fake?
Is anything left true?
I made a promise to myself,
But I'll break it if you ask me to.

Don't say goodnight.

I hate October;
Nothing changes but the weather,
And I'm tired of feeling cold.