Trees

Trees are all stripping off for winter Somehow that reminds me of you Sitting in the passenger seat My life it used to be so complete Though I might phone you up this Christmas And pretend that I haven't missed you There are layers of self-deception And I've reached the bottom without question I don't wanna talk about it Bitterness and inadequacy Inadequecy I am far from overjoyed I screwed the whole thing up and that I can't avoid Caught up this cul-de-sac I really want my old life back Trees are all stripping off for winter I really hate December It's a 31-day graveyard I think I'm ready for the scrapyard I don't wanna talk about it Bitterness and inadequacy Inadequacy I am far from overjoyed I screwed the whole thing up and that I can't avoid Caught up this cul-de-sac I really want my old life back