Drank My Way Through September

Drank my way through September
Trying to forget her and my pain
Thought I’d use October to get myself sober
You can see just how that’s been

Tried to get her off my brain
She’s stuck there like a red wine carpet stain

Sank my love in a bottle because I thought all my problems would drown there
The trouble with drinking in autumn is the leaves turn the color of her hair
And I’ll only stop my self harm when I realize bottles aren’t her arms

Thanks to ole November, I was reminded to remember how she tastes
Like a fire to an ember maybe by December she’ll fade away