Lights catch you asleep and out there is freezing this time of the year is the worst
I drive by your house I stop by your window dealing with the last bottle of wine
It's turning to 7 a.m. I cheer to you, and after all for christmas our love will be dead
You should be all right and I smoke waiting someone to ask me to light up her heart
Summer got sick and so for the roses you put'em in a diary You sat and stared at a blur picture
Now I Swear, dear it's not a love song I'm telling you this is the end
What i should understand? Child, last part of this year was the best but enough for a lifetime I got it at last. Fill your eyes with black when you think of the past you love me the most, but you'll never know (this).
Draw back you steps as clocks spell the hours timing the hurt in my chest.
No house by the sea, and november left just a bunch of words over your bed, thrilling your head.
All words dries out just wait some day more and for christmas our love will be dead.
It's turning into something I hate (giving too much for none) Nothing is left but (giving so much to you) the fact I can bleed without you.