It's a call to the wind
You've been doomed from the start
There's a tear in your heart once again
But you...
You find solace in sin
Snow as white as your skin
Of a corpse, but with low self-esteem
And I know...
What it's like, to feel codependent
But I want you to know that I wrote you this song and I...
I meant every word that I sung
It's a quarter past 1,
But it's something to do when you're dumb and you're young
But I... I wrote the book on brooding and self-deprecation
Let's not pretend for a sec that you needed all your medication
Now I'm vexed...
We would write, and argue semantics
Your rehashed inhibition does nothing but falter romantics
What's a word from the wise if you're never through bitching?
Your mother's a wreck on the floor in the kitchen
Your father's all packed, and he left her alone
But I'm still awake and avoiding the phone
Because your picture's still there on the back of my screen
With the text that you left but I still can't believe
That you're gone... and you're never coming back
Because you're gone... gone... gone...
For as long as I live, this will never subside
It's the pain in my chest, it's the last time I cried
You're the calm and the storm, a break from the norm
You exist in my heart and the songs I perform
But you left without saying your final goodbyes
I regret never saying I love you but I hope you know
That despite all your snow...
I can't spend the winters alone