i'll love you like september
(the end of everything beautiful)
and we'll fuck like the coming december
(because neither of us is truthful)

it's easier to be with someone you hate
because no one likes love but we all crave lust
and we'll come and we'll go like we believe in fate
(you don't know me and i won't do trust)

so kiss me before the new year's here
- i'm leaving as soon as i get the chance -
i hate to validate your latest fear
but for one more night, come on and dance


an. idk, just playing with rhyme.