baby don’t leave me in november

baby don’t leave me in november 
when my bones are growing soft, skin like polyester
i know that it’s selfish

i tried to let you know i was here for you
but i think you liked it better when i wasn’t
(you’ve got to go ‘way, but baby it’s cold outside)

and i don’t want those candlelight years
to start before i’m twenty
and you’re not answering your emails

and i’m sorry i can’t be there to hide your pills
and i’m sorry i can’t help that i’m miles away
and i’m sorry, and i’m sorry, and i’m sorry.

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