Could you leave me in september
When i still have the taste
Of summer on my lips
Could you not look back
So i can breathe some hate
Into the mouth you used to kiss

Could you leave me in the morning
So that my bed looks unmade
Not empty of you
Could you not look sad
So i can cry some salt
Into the place you used to move

Leave me in love
Standing here beaming
Leave me with no understanding
No feeling no meaning
If everything beautiful
Has to end
Leave me while my arms are still open
So i can love again.