Mike Garrigan
November
She's an ocean No...she's a song She's the lotion I've been running through my hands Just like a grape stem Dripping on the vine She's a doorknob Take a turn And go He lives in autumn With a leaf-drop He wears his headphones To drown out all the sound Come November He'll be dropping off his semen And tired of being alone again CHORUS
Scarecrows and cornfields are wasting away Like a snowman basking in the sun Be sure to send a postcard if the seasons change Cause my own decreation gets me by They've only met three times And each time it's a gas SongtexteHe keeps wishing her away She's an object She has a master She keeps wanting him to stay
Dumb CHORUS
It gets me by It gets me by Goodbye
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