Decorating

It's cold in my room since you left me There's no metaphor in that I'll never choose early December to get my heart broken again They call it cuffing season for a reason Here I am With my wings spread out wide open But the weathers harsh And I can't get down And I miss your ground Ooo hoo Ooo hoo When the air is chill and pretty And when the trees all drip with light I start to think you would have loved it Then I think that all the time And the sinkhole is a doozie I fill with movies and calls to dad To keep my head above the water But it feels so nice When I sink beneath The maladaptive dream Ooo hoo In an apartment that I never knew Stuck on our daily bedtime sudoku I think I'm grieving decorating with you Decorating with you Decorating Ooo hoo Ooo hoo Ooo hoo