November leaves curl into rust on
Callous relentless road
Of sandpaper sewn together
All my friends
I'll meet you on a softer road
Freely bestowed
I wanna become better
The birds are talking
The light is coming
The night keeps laughing while my brain keeps running
The kids are singing
The sun is screaming
I'm done with these thoughts that keep me from being
My plate of diamonds may grow cold
Shared emeralds, shillings of old I hope we'll be together
But there's a giant pool of gin
A future with no kin
Earth erased of origin
I bet we'll be together
The birds are talking
The light is coming
The night keeps laughing while my brain keeps running
The kids are singing
The sun is screaming
I'm done with these thoughts that keep me from being