Winter isn't made better by being lovesick and not fickle And I just can't get you out of my head And I swear that all you see is I've got issues I've got serious issues Did your mother never teach you to forget? And it fucked up my afternoon when I saw you at the post office Went into shock I barely felt conscious Not used to the presence of angels This independently spirited angel You feel like a good book I only half read Crossing lights don't make me wait anymore They think that I should be with who I adore But I'm not getting anywhere quickly Though we both found it funny Did it put you off when I laughed during? We can have some fun don't wrinkle your forehead Came to be so unassumingly like the sidewalk before me Flowers left on doorsteps contemplated to melodramatically Walking home in the snow Street corners finding significance Oh what I didn't do back then Winter isn't made better by being lovesick and not fickle And I just can't get you out of my head