Time is something radical
I’m wearing it like her t-shirt
Everything is missing
But I’ve got this shirt

Universes splitting
But her timeline works
My clarity is missing
I’ve got this shirt

My heart is yesterdays fashion
I’m lost in yesterdays passion
Now my heart is yesterdays fashion
Still I’m dying for a trend

Walking up the right arm
Of your sweater
I remember it was better
When we settled things together
As much as I still love
My own September
I cannot forget
The finger drawings
Always on my mirror

Everything is so much less romantic
When you focus on the tragedy
Of not being the center
I’d rather be a sweater

Than my heart, is yesterdays fashion
I’m lost in yesterdays passion
And my heart is yesterdays fashion
Still I’m dying for a trend