NovemberART

I love the cold, I love the rain, I love the rhymes inside my brain. They’re cheap, they’re dumb, they’re everywhere, Please watch your step, it’s quite the scare! I love the cold, I love the rain, I hate these rhymes inside my brain, They’re cute, and sweet and out of place, Here, have a box, it’s tied with lace. I love the cold, I love the rain, The music stopped inside my brain. Are you still there or anywhere? I hear the „No”, it roars like hell! I love the cold, I love the rain, There’s something moving in my brain. Is that a bird, is that a plane? It’s Player 2, out of the game. I love the cold, I love the heat, I love the Cohen style of meat, Let’s go inside the rabbit hole, Finding me, that is the goal.