What is it now
About the winter time
That's always had its way
And has to feed upon the decency
Of what we made that day
But instead of
Losing myself
And wondering where you've been
I'd be picking up the pieces
Waiting for you to make a mess again
I hear them now
Unwhole some thoughts are
Dancing inside my head
With two left feet
How are you now
Crashes into who's inside your bed
But instead of
Killing myself
And wondering where you've been
I'd be pickin up the pieces
Waiting for you to make a mess again
I miss your voice
The way it bends the air
And makes it feel like home
It haunts me now
But I wouldn't dare
Dream of asking it to go
So instead of
Hangin my head because of the mess I'm in
(Oooh)
I'd be picking up the pieces
Waiting for you to make a mess again
(Ooohh)
