November - Tristan Prettyman

Beneath the fog is a city I know too well

And it melts like ice and it burns like hell

And the freeways always stopped at 6 o’clock

So we’re leaving without you whether you like it or not

And the wind blows the leaves off the trees

Another sign of spring bringing winter to its knees

And they say, the grass is greener on the other side

Well I want to know all about the darkness that lights your eyes 'cause it’s…

It’s breaking me down, it’s breaking me down

It’s breaking me down, down, down, down, down…

And the change

Is so constant over me

Take me and show me

Who I need to be

The asphalt a little bit darker and it helps you to remember when

The rain fell, in sweet November and

Be careful who you fall in love with, 'cause someone somewhere won’t approve

And the prettiest girls always seem to keep their eyes on you

'Cause they’re breaking you down, breaking me down

Breaking me down, down, down, down, down

So come on break me

I dare you

Break me I swear

Breakin' me down, down

So come on break me

I dare you

Break me I swear

Come on break me down, down, down…