That sad winter, you know the one

That 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