Come October
Maggie Justus
Come October, you'll see
All you were waiting for wasn't me
Grim and fragile and fire
I'm just the trees, just a girl, just a liar
Oh, how we hate to let you down
"Better to've loved..." and round and round
Last November, and he
Gambled his way, made a march to the sea
Parlor generals dare say
But you're made of earth, made of rivers and clay
Oh, how I'd hate to let you down
"Better next time..." and round and round