Start over

Looked one last time in the mirror.
Hope you'll notice I'm in my highest heels, and you do.
The butterflies and my cheeks are turning red.
I walk out the gates, you turn your head.
I run to you.

I was expecting you to shake my hand.
It was the summer, shivers running down my back.
The coldest time.
But then I'm in your hall, you help me with my coat
and I've still got that chrysanths, that you bought
my birthday night.

And I see your green eyes glisten as if you're a little child.
You say it's sweet the way I listen, when you talk I catch your smile.
I've been trying to run around.
Have never thought I'd meet someone this gorgeous in this town,
but on a Monday in October
I felt it all start over now.

You said it's beautiful how lantern lights light up my face as we're standing in the dark, August night.
I make you laugh, but still I don't know why
and how many twisted knives you locked inside your stone cold heart.

A few months ago you missed me, tried to talk to me.
And now I'm counting up the days, now you just don't care.
I've been wondering all this time,
what made you stay with me that night and all I ever knew,
that on that Monday in October
I said all I need is you.

I thought I'd end up tied to you, talking about your heart.
And all the saddest evenings you slept, the moments of your life
would burn like ember in the flames, the oldest ways of broken frames
would make you hate this town,
but on a Monday in October
I knew you'll start it over now.

And I ran after you stopped, when you said it's time to go now.
You called me up.
Said it's fine
if I don't want you there around and I said it's not so, cause all these time I kept you in my mind. I've been talking about you.
I've been thinking about you.

But I see the way you look at me, when I look away.
I say it's late I have to go now, but all I want is stay.
You hold me tight inside your arms, the silent night, your pacing heart.
You'd say you need me now,
but on that Monday in October
I knew it's all over now.

And I see your wide eyes screaming every time you speak
about the things you thought would never end and dimples on her cheeks.
I've been trying to pull you close,
accept your grandest highs and lows, but time let all this down,
and on a Monday in October
I know it's all over now.