I have been wearing black for too long
It's November and we don't get along
My always smiling lips and I are maybe hiding some things inside

I miss my little green eyed moron
She always knew how to move on
But I've turned critical, I've turned cynical

I went a little lonely when she left me
The world isn't what I thought it'd be
It really turned me down
Fear I will end up like a wasting one

I miss my little green eyed moron
She always knew how to move on
She was my little problem solver
She always knew how to get stronger

She was always the good one