Sophie Breton - October

Maybe it’s October
Or there’s something wrong in my head
I start to regret things
I didn’t even said

They say be where your feet are
Write down the words, get your guitar
But I didn’t even see September
There’s so little I can remember

Looking around me, the month is almost over
My friends look happy, my sadness is not sober
I don’t have the energy to call them, whatsoever
I see the nose of November
I don’t think it’ll get any better

Waking up late just for the things i have to do
Crumbling in bed at midnight
I finally call my friends, I cry
I don’t feel like myself
Doesn’t feel right
Later it’ll be alright

Looking around me, the month is almost over
My friends look happy, my sadness is not sober
I don’t have the energy to call them, whatsoever
I see the nose of November
I don’t think it’ll get better
The sun hiding
The leaves falling
The clouds grouping
A universal thing
Planet is turning
Moons are phasing
Humans are questioning

Looking around me, the month is almost over
My friends look happy, my sadness is not sober
I don’t have the energy to call them, whatsoever
I see the nose of November
I don’t think it’ll get better

I don’t think it’ll get any better
I don’t think it’ll get any better
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I don’t think it’ll get

Looking around me, the month is almost over
My friends look happy, my sadness is not sober
I don’t have the energy to call them, whatsoever
I see the nose of November
I don’t think it’ll get better
No no
I don’t think it’ll get any better