November

you look older than i would have suspected last we spoke

we were hiding in blankets in november on your porch

did you wish that i called you when your father came undone

i could swear that i signed the card my mother sent from home

the taste of our last summer on my tongue

i wonder how you've changed since i've been gone

i could swear that i heard you when we finally made the coast

here there is a reminder of the memory of your ghost

the taste of our last summer on my tongue

i wonder how you've changed since i've been gone

the taste of our last summer on my tongue

i wonder how you've changed since i've been gone