The Garrison

I took the train all the way to the garrison To these trees you pale in comparison I sat by the window watching the world go It's the best face-to-face I've had in a while October's always good to me its drawn out endless sincerity This one ends so sickly November all a tall fifteen Tortured, harping on everything I wonder what you're thinking But the air tastes like me And like apples and like leaves And not like you and all your seasons that I can't seem to foresee The air tastes like me And like cold springs and like tea And not like you and all your cycles and like how you used to be What if all these things that I've been reading Aren't even useful after all And what if I let up on all the things I used to write about And built my life around October's always been so good to me But I'm bowing out before I taste this loss November like a tall fifteen Tortured, harping on everything I wonder what you're thinking But the air tastes like me And like apples and like leaves And not like you and all your seasons that I can't seem to foresee The air tastes like me And like cold springs and like tea And not like you and all your cycles and like how you used to be Well the air tastes like me And like apples and like leaves And not like you and all your seasons that I can't seem to foresee The air tastes like me And I think I'm finally free From all of you and all your cycles and like how you used to be