November

There's no time like November
It's not cold out yet
I've been fooled by forevers
Cuz nothing ever lasts like it
Might not sleep until tomorrow
But here I lie in bed
The ceiling is a window
The satellites must think I'm dead
(Cuz my eyes are open and stuff)
Hold your breath in the tunnel
Or we can count to ten
The lens shoots at a sparrow
But you may never meet its friends

(It's all a part of the plan)

Every night
I've been writing lyrics that I end up throwing out
The words don't write themselves
I wish that they would help sometimes
I hate when I'm not subtle, hate it when I make no sense
Everything's so weird in my mind

One last song
One last story
I've made it this far
After starting over
Sometimes I'm wrong
Sometimes it's blurry
But all I want
Is 11 songs for friends
11 For my friends
11 For my friends
I Put 11 out for my friends



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Rowland
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