TheDeathOfJuliet

You don't need to tell me that you like me
For I know you already do

Fall in January, she invites me
Adventures I can never prove

There's cinnamon dust in my tear ducts
A synonym for love I couldn't think of"Fall in January", she recites me, a memory I'll never lose

I don't need to tell you that I like you
For you know I already do

When it's fall in January, I'll invite you
Prove to me you like me too

And the peppermint schnapps in my teardrops
An antonym for lost I couldn't think up"Fall in January", I remind you
A memory from me to you