For two whole weeks
It's been nothing but cold rain
I'm like, that's cool, I can handle this
But that's only inside my brain
Cuz you gotta believe
What I'm telling you is true
I'm pretty sure my hands and feet
Are actually turning blue
The heat is not on in my building
And it's been in the forties all week
My teeth are chattering so bad
That I can barely even speak
I'm just an October child
Who is longing for the sun
Which will go to bed much sooner
When this month is done
Then the dark days of November
Are gonna eat me up like cake
Gobble, gobble, gobble
That is my bitter fate
