White Dress In November

I don't need an answer.
I don't need to know why some doors close without a sound while new ones wait outside.
That white dress in November wasn't waiting anymore.
It wasn't about forever, or the person I wore it for.
I left the window open, let the cold come rushing in.
That white dress in November was where my new life begins.
I folded up the memory,
But I didn't fool myself; I was never just a story that somebody else could tell.
Time can change a photograph, time can change a name,
But it can't erase the woman standing inside that frame.
That white dress in November is just a dress now on the floor,
Not a dream I'm still chasing, not a life I'm waiting for.
I walked into the morning with the woman I've become.
That white dress in November was the place where I began.
White dress in November.