Been spending all my mental currency
On these chilly, wine-drenched nights
Like a lamp left on for nobody
In the short-lived evening light
No one wants to be alone
When the autumn chill sets in
And daylight flickers and lets out a groan
As the night seeps in at four pm
If I can claw my way out of the pit
Crack through the coffin, climb outside
Maybe the pills will help me give a shit
Maybe I'll find the silver line
I'm jealous how the sun puts gold inside your eyes
And I'm bitter that I missed it for myself
And as the late-bird beats its wings across the sky
I let my dreams expire on the shelf
I'm overcast with some stray showers
A cold room left with windows bare
Homesick for the rooms that held your laughter
And the feeling it was me who put it there
Sometimes soft's just not enough to keep me warm
Like a cotton scarf to shield me from the storm
I need the itch of something scratching on my skin
To remind me of the body I'm stuck in
So I'll settle in inside the solemn monochrome
Of darkness at the day's close in November
I'll let these winter words spill out and soothe my aching bones
As I huddle toward the warmth of dying embers
But if I could claw my way out of the pit
Crack through the coffin, climb outside
Maybe the pills will help me give a shit
Maybe I'll find the silver line
Pull myself up and out and off of it
Trudge through the dark and lengthy night
Maybe November's just the worst of it
And by December I can smile