Only November

I open my eyes on horizons,
Flaking out on friends,
Just to pass the time, alone and high,
'cos nobody pretends,
To get why I am so underprepared and miserable and down,
No-one knows just how to talk to me,
I guess they hate the sound,

Of their own voices,
Not talking to me again,
The only words I recall,
Is you syaing 'what d'you think of my friends?'
And I answered in the only real honest way I could,
"They're okay but they're not my kinda dudes",

I break up on the bridge and pass out,
Holding my sides tight,
I think I split them when I fell over,
From laughing last night,
Off my head, I found and read the note you,
Left sat in my room,
'I really like you, we'll be over soon…'

And I fell for promises made, against my better judgement,
To feel this way is not, permanent,
'cos now I'm lonely and drunk and I'm, missing her,
I'd try to catch some sun but it's only November...