Grey November

Every day's another cup of candy cane-flavoured diabetes

Because I'm far too good for alcohol

And hey, it hasn't snowed yet

But I'm almost wishing the grass away

Because like everything else

It died and turned grey

November

Where the solemnity lasts far beyond the silence

November

It's too cold to be happy

But too early to complain

So you pretend to be excited for Christmas

Because red and green

Look so much better than grey

No one's desperate enough for your unannounced hugs

Like you'd have the guts to do it anyway

And there ain't no yule logs to kindle any flame

So the hearth's frozen over

And the ashes are faded and grey

November

Where the solemnity lasts far beyond the silence

November

It's too cold to be happy

But too early to complain

And you don't know whether you're going to get caught out in the snow or the rain

There's no mistletoe and no champagne

So you call the whole month metaphysical to try and numb the pain

And you pretend to be excited for Christmas

Sipping in the saccharine cheer

Wearing sweaters that you can see and hear

Because red and green

Look oh, so much better than grey