November 13th 2011
it's rainin'
a hot vanilla latte accompany me in the chillin'
i text you, wanna know what you're doin'
your demeanor feels as cold as the wind flies in
then, the truth starts hittin'
strains of a cheerful song
sounds like a requiem
the tears in my eyelids blind me
what a dark, cursed November
stir me with the darkest black coffee