She tells me everything's fucked up   And I say she's probably right   She says "hey, we're both just losers,   so why don't you just spend the night?"   She's leaving home in September   She's sick of this redundant life    of parents and boyfriends and drugs symptomatic   She sits in the window and cries      She's been getting down   She's been falling out   She's been falling down   Now she's getting out      It's six a.m. and I'm bleeding   My heart spilled beneath these street lights   I die at the thought of the trace that you'll leave   and dark lonely December nights   So when you leave this September,   tell me that you'll still write home   It's not like I think that you won't forget me   but the words make me feel less alone      She's been getting down   She's been falling out   She's been falling down   Now she's getting out