that November was knocking on my window, how odd?
as if i recall the feeling of its season, who's mad?
if you meant it, then mend it
not amend with false Gods.
you're distracted, you discharged it
i obeyed my broken heart
and ran back to you 'til December
mostly had you in my mind
til it's all i can remember,
forgetting you were never mine.
had my phone ring to the beat of my tears falling
and my heart felt too silent, went with your love's silence.
i stopped imagining snows with what i should know,
your soul frosted with the impossible,
still you're incomparable to good guys.
i loved you, you never knew that
you just took the grant that i did.
it was the first December that didn't feel like it.
and i knew you would throw snowballs at my face 'cause i expressed too much,
a numbing feeling after the big one of "how's that"
this November came knocking at my door, how odd.
like December's always mocking the pain i carried over from that month.
three years ago i cried tears of whys for a man
only three years after that when i knew he was far from being the one.
in case you see this, does gigi know i hated her.
if you don't, what a relief to prove how you disposed all of the girls
who were the beacons of your worth.
hang around, you'll be gone soon enough.