Mike Garrigan - November

She's an ocean
No...she's a song
She's the lotion
I've been running through my hands
Just like a grape stem
Dripping on the vine
She's a doorknob
Take a turn
And go

He lives in autumn
With a leaf-drop
He wears his headphones
To drown out all the sound
Come November
He'll be dropping off his semen
And tired of being alone again

[Chorus:]
Scarecrows and cornfields are wasting away
Like a snowman basking in the sun
Be sure to send a postcard if the seasons change
'Cause my own decreation gets me by

They've only met three times
And each time it's a gas
He keeps wishing her away
She's an object
She has a master
She keeps wanting him to stay
Dumb

[Chorus:]

It gets me by
It gets me by
Goodbye

Written by:
BLAKE G SMITH, LES BAXTER, MIKE WILLISON

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