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.