Back To November
Back To November
The crumbled paper
The camphor vapors
The melting tapers
Have kept me alive when you were gone.
My secret diary
My stolen ivory
My marshy anxiety
Have made me cry when you were gone.
I painted the walls with your name and songs,
I mopped the floor with my tears and fall.
I locked myself in a room before marigolds bloom,
And I cried and I cried and I cried.
A broken quill
A cheap thrill
A dream instilled
Have given me the courage to fight on my own.
Your old cloth
Your broken oath
Your deserted road
Have told me that you are not coming back home.
I burned your souvenirs with my rage and puerile.
You didn't give a sign, sent to exile and now I'm here
Collecting your mess before your approval,
And I hide and I hide and I hide.
U knew a part of me lived in the blue,
On an island where no birds flew.