November (To My Detriment)

Death by sharing things
Torn up by my own hands
I've been playing games
Losing touch with who I am
Don't remember this
Is it happening again?

Tripped on silly string
Killed by a confetti gun
Lost the tri-leg race
Fell and bit my own tongue
Missed and cracked the egg
Now I'm done

It keeps getting darker, to my detriment
It's November, we're parting ways

Plants will grow again
Remove their blankets of snow
Yawn and stretch their hands
Going places already known
No survivors here
We die alone

Vent the daylight grave
Grains of sand hide my eyes
Pitch the casket seal
Hop around bubbling cries
Don't remember this
It is not my life

It keeps getting darker, to my detriment
It's November, we're parting ways



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Writer(s): Stefan Marty
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