You're My Month

Your month is thirty nights and days My month maybe a little shorter than your life Your weeks running fast, but not mine an infinity of grief filled my days and nights Blood usually freezes quickly, let’s see Anyways it won't be matter in a month/three Your month is thirty nights and days My month maybe a little shorter than your life Your days pass quickly as train flies to the station Alcohol, cigarettes, stupid meetings prostration However, I want it to be important in month or three My month is thirty nights of grief Your smile is like a sea Your month is thirty nights and days My month maybe a little shorter than your life