That sad winter, you know the one You like to talk about because it makes you a certain way This certain play you put on when pretty girls are around Where you're broken and profound I've awoken to the sound of your unattached case That woody clang I could've sang but I didn't Because I won't give you that You've given me plenty but when you sent me off it broke me a bit And you rope me back in and I'll play along But I won't sing the whole song to the end I'll pretend to an extent until I'm spent and you're hungry for more And I'll think of the shiny wood on the floor And that's enough for me, it's enough for me It's enough for me, it's enough for me It's enough for me, it's enough for me It's enough for me, it's enough for me But it's not enough for you, anymore