Flowers Don't Grow in November
Flowers don’t grow in November
And for some reason it snows
It pours all September
The bad weather simply won’t go
I know it used to be sunny
Back when we were young
Buying ice cream with a sibling’s stolen money
The only chilly part our tongue
Then bitterness begins to fill us
Spring can never last
Our life becomes a gloom of hatred and lust
We stop believing, attending church and mass
As soon as summer comes the days grow hot
We stop going outside
We forget all the lessons we were taught
We succumb to the pulling tide
But now fall has begun
And vices consume us
We’re lost with no sun
Our Earth a desert of mud and dust
So follow me old dreams and sorrows
Neither ever last
Because the sun will rise and set again tomorrow
So good night, sweet dreams, sleep fast