Dear something that I used to have
I'm the circus where no one laughs
'Cause I know there's something missing
You could say I haven't been around
You could tell me that I need more clowns
But I would not be list'ning
But now that August has come and gone
I think that it's time that I moved on
I can't help but try not to remember
So, to the rescue, September
Whoa...
(ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...)
Dear someone that I used to be
I wish that I wasn't me
But only at certain times
You can probably tell I'm tired
And lately I haven't felt inspired
When it comes to words that rhyme
But now that August has come and gone
I think that it's time that I moved on
I can't help but try not to remember
So, to the rescue, September
Whoa...
To the rescue, September
To the rescue, September
To the rescue, September
So can you be my September?