September Had a Trigger Finger
[Verse 1]
She was killing good luck with her bare hands
On cloudy nights
Kissing off her allies with her poison lips
The trigger slips

[Chorus]
September was a good girl when she could be
Whoa....
I wanted to remeber how things should be
Whoa...

[Verse 2]
A pixie driving sixty from Bull City to Corpus Christi
Scrawling out a postcard
"Do you miss me, do you miss me?"
Why must she do it?
Is dying just the nature of the season?
I don't have a reason

[Chorus]
September was a good girl when she could be
Whoa...
I wanted to remember how things should be
Whoa...
September was as good as she could be
Whoa...
September's gone but there'll be others
Trust me
Whoa...
Whoa...