Some things are just what they are,
even if they end up subpar.
I keep looking up / to that big, hot star.
Your pull is too strong,
I'd rather drift the Milky Way, stay gone,
but when I said, "I love you," you said, "Yeah, okay."
Why did we end this way?
And still, November brings the sun, blazing today.
Through these hot November days,
I search for solace, find no raise—
no lift, no elation, only superstition
growing faster than your fascination.
Another sleepless night, I'll stare and gaze,
hours lost to the shimmer and haze...
time to sleep through another hot November daze.
If you won't break a sweat, we would've never met.
Each star below wears a hint of your face.
If you want to win then I suggest you pick up the pace.
I know the ache and how long it stays,
we all have our reasons for acting this way... on these hot November days.
Golden California, wish I knew ya—
don't you know I'd vote for ya?
Left bruised with words like broken ribs,
all my wins just empty fibs.
Gratification and masochism
are tangled in that first baptism.
Honey, I told you a thousand times
what I'd be—just don't lose my key.
Even if I don't dance, I deserve another chance,
a toast to romance. Okay...have it your way...
I guess it's just another hot November day.
Crushing dreams of deep space exploration,
I remember that same fixation—
under meteor showers, she's hung up
on being a star-crossed lover.
Tick-tock, clock ticks by,
I just want to be steady, like Spock.
Stubborn sweetness—
sharing pies, solarized skies.
Don't mess with my stars or twist my fate.
We're still here, counting the date.
And may we sit in the sun one more day?
Our lust a must, or we both go bust,
waiting for the sun to fall. Shoes off, down your hall,
waiting, waiting for a call...
but let's get practical.
The shimmer in your eyes pulls me in like a maze—
why don't you ever just stay and gaze?
Kick back, unwind; it's another hot November daze.
Soon, the moon will be high in the sky,
we'll BS a bold goodbye.
I'll leave you at the bar to flirt and play,
one of us is drifting away.
Wasting in this immaculate craze,
I stumble and blaze, in an erratic faze
lost in the thick of these hot November days...
falling again, into the daze.
-Nik
