Springtime Devil, can't you see
I don't want you, you don't want me
I'll sing it right into your ear
You'll have to try another year
What could've been, what still could be
Were dead and gone when I found me
A real love that I still hold
Twelve months a year here in the cold
Your silver tongue was tarnished long ago
From time to time, you cross my mind
But at the crossroads
You won't find me there to meet you
Every spring, come back to me
Your big brown eyes, your silver tongue
The same old thing that I heard sung to me last spring
You're living off a memory
Of youth, not love, of apathy
Misanthropy's a sentiment you provoke in me so well
I won't descend back to your hell
