Your My Month

Your month is thirty nights and days
My month's 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 the month three

Your month is thirty nights and days, ah
My month's maybe a little shorter than your life

Your days pass quickly as a train flies to the station
Alcohol, cigarettes, stupid meeting prostration

However, I want it to be important in the month three
My month is thirty night of grief, your smile is like a sea

Your month is thirty nights and days, ah
My month's maybe a little shorter than your life