It comes so fast, but feels like forever
Almost to the end, so close to December
I feel the death the land is consuming
The cold shattering the bones inside me

My heart breaks at the descending year
A light of hope speaks and my mind is clear
Good intentions and no presence of tears
The thawing of my bones with the warmth of you here

Now I smell of ice in the air
And even the fog of my breath is too much to bare
Your swift absence left me too tired to care
Now along with the trees I fall into despair

All I have now are these bones and this skin
The death of this season stole everything within
It came so fast, but felt like forever
Nothing good ever comes from November