They told me to write a letter to November, so here it is. Here’s November screaming your name, telling you to water the plants. They are dying at the back of your mind. Here is November caressing your fingers against mine. Here take my heart run away with a lover, winter is coming. Here love, would you take a bullet for me. I’d never asked you, it was the act of being selfish that makes me ponder over it. I would take a bullet for you. Darling no, never take that bullet. Guns are aiming some place, no one wants to leave this place. Here is November telling me that December has stories for the night time. Come love, get in bed, don’t forget to water the plants.