Middle of November

Here I am again sinking down in to my skin
there's something there just below the surface
it runs like tar it burns like fire, it makes me want to
lay away and hide from the world
and its cold outside in the middle of November
but it's not the time I just can't seem to remember
the last time I felt like I belonged to this world, this world

so cold as stone on a river's death bed
I see it wither die, and then I hang my head
and tears spill down my face buried in my hast to leave
these broken shores
and roam this land no more

and when the rain finally lets loose from their hollow bones
it springs revival deep with in my soul
and like a mad man I go running in the rain
hoping that maybe this time it would wash away my pain
buts cold outside in the middle of November
and its not the time, I just can't seem to remember
the last time I felt like I belonged to this world, this world

well deep inside my heart I must have fell apart, apart of me just died again
but my back bones strong even though it want belong before the pain comes again and drags me down. Down on my knees begging would you please let the rain fall down. and wash away the dirt and shame
or take me from this borrowed space and finally carry me home.

but I'd rather be alone, and there's no going back I wasted so much time
trying to find the right track. with so many twists and turns I forgot which way I came from and all that's left for me is here. in this dying river bed.
and so I left my head as the rain pours out again and hope that this time it will wash me away. but is cold out side in the middle of November, but its not the time. I Just can't seem to remember. the last time I felt like I belonged to this world, this world.