Naomi's Mind

What do you think about November, they ask
I said I don't think about November in the summer
So by inferring you prefer October
I guess you're always looking backwards

I keep wishing in the screen when you ask me all those things
I keep wishing in the screen when you ask me all those things

I like the way you cough, but I don't want you to die
When you think about September, does it make you cry
Now you have lived such a holy life
Oh no, you have lived such a holy life

And I am, and I am
And I am the one who prefers the night, and
I am the one who has the time
To do the things that aren't divine, and
To do the things that make your mind bloom