Late September in the city
The sky is grey, the air is sticky
I keep falling in and out of sleep
Letting the sun scorch the grass
The flies are knocking on the glass
But they're the only other friends I have, you see✨

I need him so much that it hurts
I wish he didn't have to go to work
And I just lie and watch the ceiling fan turn✨

He's my man
We're hand in hand
To hell and back
And I love him like nobody else can
He's my man
I've been damned
No, nobody has to understand
Me and my man🤍

I stay home and make his dinner
Even though somehow he keeps getting thinner
I wait watching the washing machine spin 'round and 'round again✨

I need him so much that it hurts
I wish he didn't have to go to work
He keeps complaining that his vision's blurred✨

But he's my man
We're hand in hand
To hell and back
And I love him like nobody else can
He's my man
I've been damned
No, nobody has to understand
Me and my man🤍

He keeps having feverish dreams
That he can never ever leave
He wakes, head aches, funny taste to his tea
I want him to stay here forever
He's happiest with me
'Cause he✨

He's my man
And I love him like nobody else can
He's my man
He's gone quite mad
No, nobody has to understand
Me and my man..🤍