November
I'm strung up too tight
Tryin to get my head right
Now all I do is unwind
Or unravel
Bootstrap pull and really try
To sit down in a straight line
Never leave, never die
You know the color of my name
Every year you watch it change
Sip on gin and dopamine
Make the 'Fins a dynasty
Medicate my apathy
It happens the same
Output reaches record pace
Make a plan and get a taste
I give thanks for, then go away
I always go away
You know the color of my name
Every year you watch it change
You know the color of my name
Writer/s: Chance Espinoza
