On a cold day in November, I became
Unable to speak my own name
"I think you should go back inside," he said
But here I stand, alive and well
I know it's quite the bit to sell
In place of all the things that I should hide instead
Now here they lie, the pros and cons
That whisper, "am I too far gone?"
To get myself back into the fight
I try to breathe it out instead
Cyclonic hatred for my bed
'Cause all I want is some f*ckin' sleep tonight
A piece of me for all that was
A tribute for the just because
And all that's left is hidden out of sight
But on a cold day in November, I became
Unable to speak my own name
"I think you should go back inside," he said
But here I stand, alive and well
I know it's quite the bit to sell
In place of all the things that I should hide instead
I kept the words I couldn't feel
And burned what I just couldn't steal
Somehow, not a god damn thing has changed
Two pills at night to stop the dreams
Splitting words alone, it seems
And I'm too tired to make it go away
'Cause on a cold day in November, I became
Unable to speak my own name
"I think you should go back inside," he said
But here I stand, alive and well
I know it's quite the bit to sell
In place of all the things that I should hide instead
So is it me?
