• November brought you back to the start,
    A new beginning, that rotting leaf,
    The sun broke down and clouds fell apart,
    You raked your problems under the sheets.

    We're fine and we've got it back to good.

    The smoke stung your eyes, how the rain fell,
    Fixed something broken, you never should.
    Tossed your savings to the wishing well.
    And I was the glue you threw away,
    And love is not some game you can play.

    The ice is getting thicker tonight,
    So you drown without the easy break,
    Too scared to run from the coming fight,
    Perfection facade,
    The sword in the lake.