basket of faded leaves

(Yeah, check the weather app)

(Put that summer stuff away)

Swapped my iced espresso for a heavy mug Pulled the cable-knit from

the highest shelf Found twenty dollars in my corduroy And spent it

immediately on myself Sidewalk smells like wet leaves and diesel fumes Air

turned sharp enough to bite my nose

Every corner store has squash stacked up in crates And I'm wearing

boots that crush your toes

I don't need a summer sweetheart clinging to my arm

I prefer October with a little bit of charm Call my girls,

clear the calendar, tell 'em wrap the scarf tight

It's wool-blend season and I'm strutting down the block Leaves crunch louder

than the rumors that you talk

(Crunch, crunch,

hey!)

Got the heavy lip balm and the velvet coat on Cold air

clearing out the nonsense you were on Yeah,

September was a preview,

now I run the town Best time of the year and my

guard is down!

Apple cider donuts in a greasy paper sack Chewing on the cinnamon,

no holding back

You sent three texts asking if we're cool

Boy, I’m busy watching high school football by the pool

Well, the pool is closed and covered with a tarp My focus

is crisp and my eyeliner is sharp Stepping over puddles in my

cherry Doc Martens Planting tiny mums in the window gardens I don't

need a summer sweetheart clinging to my arm

I prefer October with a little bit of charm Call my girls,

clear the calendar, tell 'em wrap the scarf tight

It's wool-blend season and I'm strutting down the block

Leaves crunch louder than the rumors that you talk (Crunch,

crunch, hey!)

Got the heavy lip balm and the velvet coat on Cold air

clearing out the nonsense you were on Yeah,

September was a preview,

now I run the town Best time of the year and my

guard is down!

Breath in the chill,

turn the heat in the sedan Got the heated seats on,

that was always the plan No melancholy here,

no sulking in a room Just oversized turtlenecks banishing the gloom (One,

two, three, let's take it back!)

It's wool-blend season and I'm strutting down the block!

Leaves crunch louder than the rumors that you talk!

(Crunch, crunch, louder!)

Got the heavy lip balm and the velvet coat on

Cold air clearing out the nonsense you were on

(All the nonsense, boy!) September was a preview,

now I run the town

Best time of the year and my guard is down!

(Crunch, crunch)

Yeah, pass the cider

Don't spill it on the wool

(Hahaha,

told

you)