See, it's December.
The nights will intrude earlier
The Sun will seem less friendlier
The wind will sharpen its claws
And the air will get fiercer
But it's not going to change a thing
For our conversations will last longer
Our connection will get stronger
And we'll do good to remember
That no matter May or December
No matter how fake this splendour
You're that place I like to call Centre
So screw the left-of-the-centre theory
You're my goddamn centre.
See, it's December.
Sweaters will be in season
Coffee will be drunk without reason
Mornings will be tinged by darkness
Melancholy and fog will see collision
But that won't change anything for us
For it will only make things clearer
If at all, you'll grow dearer
And we'll do good to remember
That no matter May or December
We'll never have to surrender
Our lack of what others call sanity
Call it friendship, call it camaraderie
So screw the reason or the season it may be
You're my reason to be Me.
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