november did treat me like a national disease. i ate your food and did not throw up. you're constantly playing catch up with your husband, hesitations. drive me to the railroad station, laugh and forget 'bout the movies, but clearly show what you're thinking with your movement, hesitation. play the game of recreation.
crack a smile and pour me a glass, uneasiness is a place i've yet to pass.
your husband kisses your friend kyle on the porch while you're inside making pizza for the group of friends you've seen while all naked as they're kissing your dear husband and you can't tell what he's thinking or if he has just been drinking. he probably has just been drinking cos november did treat you like you were a rotten tease, man, with your hatred of his makeup that just made you really choke up.
as i saw you pour out his drink i knew this just wasn't my place. but we still had a movie left and i still hadn't really left, so i sat and that was that.