Do you remember
How things used to be
In late November
With leaves on the ground
And times were changing
For better or worse
And life's were ending
Whilst others dug up sand
Lights up high
In many colours
Like fireworks in my mind
Tryna set off in time for the ride
I've got my head on the pavement
Still learning to say goodbye
But was it time sensitive
Or did you leave me on the line
Did it hurt you to know
That I'd be leaving soon
Do you remember
How things used to be
In late November
With leaves on the ground