It’s so cold up here
The darkest of December afternoons will paint me a picture
Of the last time I would ever care to hear your voice again
So save yourself from details you forgot to tell or mention with me
And you’ll never know the bruises I will take home
or how much this means
And I’ll write you a message on your windshield
Laying my last breath to its grave
Just to tell you that I can’t stand you
But it shouldn’t matter now
(cause you always know somehow)
Before I think the thoughts to haunt my dreams
Would you believe that I took this trip alone?
And if I ever have the chance to wring this paper soaked in ink
I wouldn’t waste another drop on you
Here’s your candlelight dinner on an empty tabletop ‘cause the knife is gone
And don’t remind me how all signs always point to you
I’d have your arms wrapped around me
instead of this rope wrapped around my neck
If you wouldn’t keep leaving my hopes for the evening out to hang again
