Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Cause I'm as stubborn as a girl can get When I tell him to change his ways He just turns to me and says I, ain't no quitter No, I ain't giving up on him just yet I'm sticking to it No he won't quit, but you can bet I, ain't, I ain't no quitter He's

This broken city sky like butane on my skin And stolen from my eyes Hello Angel tell me where are you Tell me where we go from here And if the world needs something better Let's give them one more reason now You're not in this alone Let me break this

Cause I'm as stubborn as a girl can get When I tell him to change his ways He just turns to me and says I, ain't no quitter No, I ain't giving up on him just yet I'm sticking to it No he won't quit, but you can bet I, ain't, I ain't no quitter He's

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

But what if I need you in my darkest hour? And what if it turns out there is no other? We would see a sign Where do I turn to when there's no choice to make? And how do I presume when there's so much at stake? I was so sure of it all If this is our last

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Time still turns the pages of the book its burned Place and time always on my mind I tried to heal the broken love with all I could How do I live without the ones I love? I have so much to say but you're so far away Never feared for anything, never

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December