Grumblin' by himself
Christmas letters on the shelf
All of them, unanswered
Now he can't stop thinking about her
All of her clothes that he'd kept
A couple of years since she left
He never really thought that
He'd go back again
Back to the time before they met
You're never prepared enough
Enough for the things that could have hurt
You never really find what
Find what you're looking for
You'll figure it out that she's
Dead
