September's Gone - Jack & Jack

I won’t be here when the morning comes\nMaybe that’s how it should be\nSo hold me close it’s our last show\nAnd set me free when you let go\nHere comes the snow\nSeptember’s gone\nI’ve been roaming around with my head down\nThinking about every word I said out loud\n(Every single word now)\nAt the end of the road the tanks run out\nYeah, the tanks gone dry\nI guess I’ll reap what I saw\nHere comes the drought, yeah\nAnd when I told you that California’s on my mind\nWe sat and cried while reminiscing on the best days of our lives\nI won’t be here when the morning comes\n(Comes, comes, comes)\nMaybe that’s how it should be\n(Be, be, be)\nSo hold me close it’s our last show\nAnd set me free when you let go\nHere comes the snow\nSeptember’s gone\nSo wake me up when September ends\nI miss my baby, I miss my friends\nTemptations calling only been a week\nHoping that I wake up and you’ll be right next to me, I\nI think I’m falling in a deep abyss\nFaces in a bottle so my problems won’t exist\nBut aye, but I gotta do my shit\nYeah, they said I dream too big but I can’t resist\nWondering if you moved on yeah\nHow can I live?\nNow it’s October\nAnd my soul was left behind\nAll alone reminiscing on the best days of my life\nI won’t be here when the morning comes\nAnd maybe that’s how you it should be\nI’m seeing ghosts\nMy eyes gone cold\nYou set me free I’m on my own\nHere comes the snow\nSeptember’s gone