Things That Keep You Up At Night

November

You're just like the rain,

You always come crashing down on me,

When you're broken and scarred,

You know it's not that hard to blame me.

Don't blame me,

For the mistakes you've made,

While you're hiding in the shade,

You made me something I never wanted to be,

You think you're so sly.

I picked you up in November,

You changed my whole damn December,

I guess you'll never remember the way I always looked at you.

You're not the girl I used to know,

(I'm not the man you used to love,)

You're not the girl I used to know,

(I'm not the man you always hated.)

When you look to blame me,

I hope this song plays on the radio (on the radio),

Just like an undertone,

(I was never that great) to you.