Sundays in November (lyrics)

Between repetitious nightmares
Lives this girl I fell in love with
Such simple minded madness
I guess Cupid, he got restless
Woke, caught up with the masses
Wearing Clark Kent's stolen glasses
And i'm feeling less and less
The Superman you fell in love with

And on Sundays in November
It gets better for a minute
No one asks those stupid questions.
Where's Bobby with my cigarettes?
Hey Bobby, where's my cigarettes?

God damn you're always laughin'
Were you this silly back then?
August, nineteen ninety seven
Growing up, Southside K-Vegas
I knew wanting you was dangerous
But you swore they'd never change us
Now you're acting like a stranger
I cut your picture out the paper
"Find someone else to save you"
She said "Jesus's on vacation"

And on Sundays in November
It gets better for a minute
No one asks those stupid questions.
Where's Bobby with my cigarettes?
Hey Bobby, where's my cigarettes?

And, comatose and spastic
Your love halves the life of plastic
But it wears out like elastic
'Cause it's old, don't make it classic
And, just shy of romantic
I got wise when you got manic
I got scared and you got panicked
I went home and you got pregnant

And on Sundays in November
It gets better for a minute
No one asks those stupid questions.
Where's Bobby with my cigarettes?
Hey Bobby, where's my cigarettes?

And, your breathing doesn't match mine
But I play it off with half-time
That's a red light not a stop sign
Were you thinking of me last night?
Did you like it, did it feel right?
Did he hurt you, treat you unkind?
Was it worth it, are you alright?
Were you thinking of US last night?

And on Sundays in November
It gets better for a minute
No one asks those stupid questions.
Where's Bobby with my cigarettes?
Hey Bobby, where's my cigarettes?