November Sun Letra

but i'll try to stick around
funny i see my past as just killing time

it all began with that kiss
now we're learning how to exist

and to watch the butterflies begin to fly away from here,
in search for a new home
and bear the loss of all i always thought we meant,
'cause it's something different now
if only i found beauty in sharing daily tries
or poetry in routine... or had faith in synonyms

november sun, november sun
must every story ever turn
into something that just wasn't meant to be?

november sun, november sun
must every story ever turn
into bored quotes from a lifeless narrative?

november sun, november sun
why would our story ever turn...
into a good plot gone bad
and misguided paragraphs
just a story that was never meant to be