Babes, mom. I gotta look cool.
november air crisp and flaky/ a month of love and a season of tears/ i wish you well yet hold on tight/ i hear the night makes people come near
i burn you down yet i catch fire/ the winter snow keeps you from dying/ is it seasonal depression or heartbreak all around/ i’d say the former, but i’d be lying
i’ve never known fall to be mine/ fall is a blur of hot wind and candle wax/ it’s textbook paper cuts and the courtyards to class/ fall is a copper figure with crispy syntax
fall has always been a trick to me/ i layer up just to feel the sweltering sun/ it’s a melting pot of flannels and sweat/ from green to red but the paint still runs
fall is a lie we all live to love/ we cherish every autumn equinox to come/ pumpkin patches and pies just for them to rot/ as we wait for the depression to make us numb
Cosmo Susie 