November - Lonesome Animals

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