Butterscotch

I'm so goddamn lonely I visit the corners of my mind It's a fixer-upper I'm a little scared of what I might find A fight from November You gave me grief for feeling guilty The rain turned to snow My urge for going growing heavy Tell me that I'm like the rest Then whisper that I'm something special No-win situation keeps me consistently judgmental Late in December a little voice of reason starts to beg The snow turned to butterscotch and stuck to old wounds inside my head Save me from myself And baby, don't be gentle Save me from myself And baby, don't be gentle Save me from myself And baby, don't be gentle Save me from myself And baby, don't be gentle Save me from myself And baby, don't be gentle Save me.