to be your friend

November blues is crawling up my chest

Let them fall in love and time will do the rest

On the seventh I feel it all over again

I wonder what it was like to be your friend

How similar would we have grown to be

If one of us didn't have to leave

I'd show you the world wouldn't be

As cruel as it made you feel

Cause I'm older now than you've ever got to be

They mean well, lying it will cease to bleed

The guilt, the pain, the sorrow and the greed

After years I stop hiding in my sleep

So will the melancholy substitute the rage?

Soothing grief's like locking gas inside a cage

I burned the letters that you'd never get to read

Yet I still sing hoping one day you might hear me

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Fuck the system

Fuck the chorus

Fuck the patterns

Fuck the everyday joyces

Fuck the sunrise

Fuck the school shit

Fuck the first times

And their sad little faces

Cause she's not here and I am

I hate the way that I am