On a clean page
in a frigid trembling leaf
endless gray skies
to the cracks in every street
I blush,
a cold rush
as the trees undress for me
the wind disrobes them
and shakes with teeth
november
in the slow fade
in the trail of wasted days
winter's still freeze
to the summer's endless haze
from the snow banks
to the sewers where they drain
peaceful in rest
amongst decay
november
are you lonely? i am lonely
Well, someday soon
When the spring brings the sun
I'll finally sleep,
I'll finally feel better when the winter's gone
I'll feel better when the winter's gone
I'll feel better when the winter's gone
For these three months
I've been inside the house
My pacing has worn
All of the carpet out
When the spring brings the sun
I'll finally sleep,
I'll finally feel better when the winter's gone
I'll feel better when the winter's gone
I'll feel better when the winter's gone
For these three months
I've been inside the house
My pacing has worn
All of the carpet out
I won't fuck us over,
I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November,
I won't fuck us over
I wish that I believed in fate
I wish I didn't sleep so late
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
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