Fall was on its way
And the trees were beginning to sway
It was the first nice and cool day
I was so glad it wasn't May
I was minding my own business
When you decided to look into my eyes.
This was almost the day of my demise.
You were my best friends potential man
So really we were waltzing into quick sand
I tried to tell you it wouldn't work
But you refused to hear it.
